The Message In the Trash Can
I cannot find words to speak, I am full up to my cheek; my chest is swelling with heat and I can hardly breathe, and as the morning drags on I can feel the tension moving in my feet and my muscles suddenly gets stiff and daylight speaks to my longing soul.
It is the other side of me that I cannot see that often makes me weep. In a split second I saw you standing over me with hands and chin resting on the cross board and when I pulled up to get closer you suddenly disappeared; I searched for you everywhere but I could not find you and the morning continues to punish me; the beating wave on the shore breaks through the door and my spirit weeps
It is like a dejavu waking around the town without shoe and the ghost of the north comes to haunt me with offensive words that insult my dignity and I said to my myself, I will spar with the living and condemn the dead.
Every muscles and sinews in my body hurts, and the heavens open when my hand touch the earth, my body cries out for help, but when I look around noone was there and I continue to bear the pressure from the seditious atmosphere. I cannot express how it feels when life is dragging me from street to street and garbage litters both sides of the street.
The principle inside me takes me for a ride and the values walking beside me keeps me alive and when I steps in the mud and takes up garbage from the front and my hands mingle in the dirt, and I am down to earth the people looked at me call me names.
I woke up this morning and couldn’t’ held back the tears that was forming in my eyes, I was cleaning the garbage from the street side and all of a sudden my body starts to cry. But somewhere in the garbage there were some words of comfort to share.
I pulled some garbage out of a box and a note on small card fell out just before I throw it in the fire. The title reads, “A hug for you”, and the rest says,“ here is a hug for you hold it in your hand a token of love, so you will understand that even though now we may be apart the very best hugs happen deep in our heart.”
These words are comforting but they weren’t for me.They were in someone else garbage and I hope that she is smiling. The message in the garbage was for you did you see? It was written in tiny scrip! The message in the garbage s revealing .
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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