A DIFFICULT TIME, A WONDERFUL YEAR
- Jul 24
- 1 min read
By Just Chrissi
This was the year that was supposed to be better.
Where I left broken limbs and life's anxieties behind,
the sun caressing me, skipping away from existential highways.
“Welcome to a new year, huzzah!” I crowed, casting out demons and despair.
Not quite...
Welcome to death, more pain, and collapsing with a heart rate awarded its own speeding ticket. Perhaps it didn’t love me anymore or craved a ‘wild adventure’. Or the masochistic me was playing a sick joke.
“It comes in threes… you’re fine now,” they said.
And so, here I lay on the kitchen floor, surrounded by apples...
Jittering…
Like a flailing bug on its back, wishing for grace in chaos, whilst fighting thoughts of what lurked in my hair.
“Is there life to live… How could I eat the apples now…?”
Were the cameras rolling for me, starring in my Oscar-worthy casualty scene?
Yes… welcome, wonderful year!