Heartache
Steven went out his front door, locking the door behind him.
Even though he knew that his home was secure with all it’s windows and doors locked, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his life wasn’t secure.
Coming down the street, he saw the police officer and her partner driving through the neighbourhood on their way to the police station as they did each morning.
Unless someone contacted them, Steven wondered how alert the officers were when they were on their way to work.
‘Really', he thought to himself, ‘why on earth are you so paranoid all the time!?’
Insisting to himself that all was well, all would be well and all had been well for all the many years he had lived in this neighbourhood, Steven shook his head and kept on walking to work.
Then it dawned on him that his heart, so sore with the sudden and tragic loss of his best friend and lover, had made him look around every corner, suspicious of everything and everyone, always worried that someone - anyone - would injure him.
Yes, his heart was sore, his soul felt empty, but he really wanted to trust life again and feel secure once more within himself.
Even though he knew that his home was secure with all it’s windows and doors locked, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his life wasn’t secure.
Coming down the street, he saw the police officer and her partner driving through the neighbourhood on their way to the police station as they did each morning.
Unless someone contacted them, Steven wondered how alert the officers were when they were on their way to work.
‘Really', he thought to himself, ‘why on earth are you so paranoid all the time!?’
Insisting to himself that all was well, all would be well and all had been well for all the many years he had lived in this neighbourhood, Steven shook his head and kept on walking to work.
Then it dawned on him that his heart, so sore with the sudden and tragic loss of his best friend and lover, had made him look around every corner, suspicious of everything and everyone, always worried that someone - anyone - would injure him.
Yes, his heart was sore, his soul felt empty, but he really wanted to trust life again and feel secure once more within himself.
“No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear.”
~ C.S.Lewis, A Grief Observed
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