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Where are you? pt. 2

….. the wind rips the question from my lips with such force it pulls the very breath from my lungs.
In shock I watch as it gathers strength and speed. The skies turn black and my head begins to spin.
I feel as though I am losing control, losing consciousness.
First comes fear, the fear I may never live to find you. Next, comes dread as I dread the moment where I lose consciousness to the growing storm.
Finally, Panic engulfs me as I fight to stay awake in hopes of just catching a glimpse of you before I die.
Oh, how I could rest knowing at least you were coming for me.
The storm grows in strength. The winds pull the breath from me. The light in my eyes begin to dim.
As I slip from the Mountain top toward the valley far below. With my final breath I ask one last time, Where are you?
Out of the Storm winds is a touch on my shoulder soft as a dove.
With a calm whisper you say “I’ve always been right here my love.”

December 7, 2016 - Posted by Darren Hardman | Feelings from war and beyond | Army, Darren Hardman, Family, Feelings from war and beyond, Hope, Internal Conflict, Iraq, Love