Suffering is a strange beast.
Long are the days, longer the moments when the memories haunt, but neither a day or a moment compares to that one second of excruciating pain, agony, guilt and seemingly unbearable loss.
Then after many days made of seconds, a moment of clarity arrives, when one realizes that the unforgiving burden on your soul is a carefully constructed house of cards that the mind has created, cards made of the same memories, agony, guilt and loss. Each card very heavy and at the same time very light.
Clarity. Clarity that the suffering is just an illusion. The cards feel very light. That first puff of air that leaves through the body blows the house of cards away. That one sigh. Born again. FREEDOM.
Then comes the next morning. Suffering is not a strange beast anymore.
Suffering is a bloody unforgiving beast.
