The Bear
Ok, be forewarned this might be a bit depressing.
Death to me is like a bear standing on the side of the road. Sometimes he is sleeping, carelessly wandering around, or eating berries, but right now that's not the case. Right now that bear is standing straight up... Waiting. I hate when it waits. I wish he would just charge and get it all over with. I know he's there, I can see him, and yet he insists on dragging things out. Like he has to put fear into me. Trust me that fear is there... it's been there all along. Over the last few days he has been playing games with me. One second running at me and then stopping to go back, and the next moment he is more relaxed. Never quite off guard though. You can tell that in the back of his mind he is plotting something. Something that I probably don't like. He has a spark to his eye that lets me know that things aren't always what they seem. That good times can so easily go bad, and when I think it's almost over it really isn't. I HATE THESE GAMES!! I don't understand them, and I don't know the rules. Why do we always have to play like this... why can't I make the rules sometimes. But I never will... it's not my choice. It probably shouldn't be either, but sometimes I really wish it could be though. I don't think that bear is going to relax any time soon. I don't think he can now... we are too far into this game. Soon, very soon I believe, he will pounce. Hopefully after that he will go back to eating and sleeping so I can rest awhile. Then I will wait, until the next game starts... waiting... always waiting...
Death to me is like a bear standing on the side of the road. Sometimes he is sleeping, carelessly wandering around, or eating berries, but right now that's not the case. Right now that bear is standing straight up... Waiting. I hate when it waits. I wish he would just charge and get it all over with. I know he's there, I can see him, and yet he insists on dragging things out. Like he has to put fear into me. Trust me that fear is there... it's been there all along. Over the last few days he has been playing games with me. One second running at me and then stopping to go back, and the next moment he is more relaxed. Never quite off guard though. You can tell that in the back of his mind he is plotting something. Something that I probably don't like. He has a spark to his eye that lets me know that things aren't always what they seem. That good times can so easily go bad, and when I think it's almost over it really isn't. I HATE THESE GAMES!! I don't understand them, and I don't know the rules. Why do we always have to play like this... why can't I make the rules sometimes. But I never will... it's not my choice. It probably shouldn't be either, but sometimes I really wish it could be though. I don't think that bear is going to relax any time soon. I don't think he can now... we are too far into this game. Soon, very soon I believe, he will pounce. Hopefully after that he will go back to eating and sleeping so I can rest awhile. Then I will wait, until the next game starts... waiting... always waiting...
posted by Carlson02 at
10:47 a.m.
2 Comments:
An extremely discriptive way that a very painful situation is played out. The dying process is a difficult one. Life is a learning experience and no one can escape its lessons. You are doing very well, my dear girl.
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Anonymous, At
Fri Feb 17, 12:41:00 a.m.
Hugs to you my dear! Chase off that bear, I want you around for a good long time.
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Louisa, At
Fri Feb 17, 01:49:00 p.m.
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