A Soul Returned
An imaginative composed by Makayla (Year 11 Advanced English English, Mackillop Catholic College)
Her cries still ring in my ears and the couch is left sagging underneath the weight of her grief, loud and echoing like an organ in an old church playing the same tune on old broken keys consumed by dust after being left stagnant. I try to reach out to her and pause the song of her sorrow but it only gets louder deafening the both of us. It's confusing that once she smiled so kindly and looked at me with the warmth of the sun beaming from her eyes but the burden of her loss builds a wall between us ,so tall I can't reach over.
Her ringtone plays loudly disturbing the peace between us but the news the song played the opening call to, placed a cavity between us where we both dangle off opposite edges. The loss of the sun cast an eclipse over our home memories of swaddled blankets and light chastising's laid locked in a dark room the moment the phone hang up. A voice no one recognised held a great weight small apologies and hurried whisperings spoken so quietly as not to bring the truth to reality.
Golden blonde hair coiled around the sunshine playful and wild with no care like the child it followed it rivalled the grey roots that reflected the light and was pulled tightly into a dancers bun a perfect grown vision of the child she watched with so much love while the flowers danced around her and exhumed her joy. I watched from the side my smile reveling in the beams of light that consumed the two versions of the same woman.
I once read about the concept of reincarnation where people could live multiple lives over and over again within the same soul yet not remember a single thing from their past where any pains they once held that dragged them down and hid the light from their lives was forgotten. Looking at her sunken eyes as she listens to the priest sum up her greatest loves life into a small box hidden from the eye of heaven I hope she forgets and her next body never revels in such agony.
Placing flowers on the freshly turned earth, I couldn't help but feel the weight of her grief pressing down on me like the soil over the coffin. Each bloom I laid down felt like an offering, a feeble attempt to alleviate some of the burden she carried. But no matter how many flowers adorned the grave, they couldn't fill the void left by her loss.
As the last petal fell from my trembling hand, I turned to her, wanting desperately to bridge the gap that had grown between us since that fateful phone call. But her eyes, once vibrant with life, now seemed dulled by pain and sorrow. It was as if the light within her had been extinguished along with his passing.
I longed to reach out to her, to hold her close and whisper words of comfort. But the wall erected by her grief stood tall and impenetrable, separating us like a chasm too wide to cross. And so, I stood there, feeling utterly helpless as she grieved alone in her silent agony.
In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find peace again. If the memories of swaddled blankets and playful laughter would ever bring her solace instead of pain. And as I watched her kneeling by the grave, her tears mingling with the soil, I prayed silently for her healing, knowing that it would take more than flowers to mend her broken heart.
