Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Hiding Behind Blankets

A haunting memory lurks in my mind tonight. A little girl, about 5, curled up securely in her bed. The blankets pulled tightly over her shoulders, hiding her from reality, protecting her from truth. The pillow she rests her head on soaked with tears. Her runny nose making her face and blankets messy. She can hardly open her puffy, swollen, red eyes, let alone see through them. She lays there for hours-on-end, sobbing, shaking, huddled into a ball, trying with everything she's got to pull herself together.
Some days I wonder if that little girl ever made it out of her bed.

1 comment:

  1. Such descriptive writing...such sadness.
    Part of that little girl did make it out of her bed...cuz she is smiling and taking on the world.
    The rest of her...you can set free...:)