Step In Your High Stepping Style #amwriting

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Step In Your High Stepping Style

I tripped on an upgrade in pavement, yanked a tendon which meant when I tried to stand, I slapped hard again, my face smashed, bloodied, caking against my lips and nose.

You never answered my call in the ER. I arrived home by taxi.

The tree resembles you. Leafless and wrinkled.

I try to stand every day, invoke muscle strength. I try to forget the fear of falling. I try to look at you and not remember hostility.

Somewhere I hear my Daddy singing the phrase from my favorite storybook: giddyup, giddyup little pony. Step in your high stepping style.


Sascha Darlington 10/22/2017





15 replies »

  1. Such relationships make me sad, where you can only move ahead when you forgive and where each day is a challenge.
    I like how she digs out motivation to fight and survive.

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  2. I shall try to look at you and not remember the hostility – I struggle with that too. Not that i find it difficult to forgive and move on but that whether it is right I should do so. Wouldnt forgiveness and acceptance be taken as a license to continue? Isnt it true that there comes a time when forbearance ceases to be a virtue? But what is to decide the time? Ah well, sorry to go on and on but it’s all because of your thought provoking piece! 😉

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