…Remembering… the night of terror drains the blood from my
body every time I think about it. I tense up just thinking of the ghastly
night. Flashing images start churning up, blocking my mind. I struggle back to
bed, horrified of dreaming the dream. The echoing of the wind whirls around
haunting me deep inside.
I tuck right down into my bed burying myself from the open
world outside. Storm clouds rolled through my stomach raining down on my soul.
I know my parents will never return, and it drowns me down thinking of it, but
I will live on.
Hi Jayden,
ReplyDeleteWow...you really have me feeling this dreadful emotion. I especially like the image of storm clouds rolling through your stomach. I am unclear of 'drowns me down'. This is not an expression I am familiar with but I think you mean you are distraught. Thank you for your efforts.
Ms Wilson (team 100 Canada)