The Painful Sunday

October 9, 2011
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It’s a sweet Sunday.
The sun is out and
Music is playing out in the courtyard.
A feeling of peace rests on the congregation.
When all of a sudden, a sharp stab penetrates my chest
My eyes widen
My mouth opens and a scream bursts, but no sound comes out
I try to keep my composure, but the blade pierces deep into my chest
It’s almost unbearable
My hands take hold of the blade
As I try pulling it out of me
When your face appears
My hands quickly let go of the blade
A smile creeps onto your face
And I know it’s over
I’m done for.

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