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| The Abyss by © biidsis I come from a long line of women who stand strong in the face of crisis. We do what we must to pull our family through plenty of time later to break down quietly and in private. I stood strong today, as strong as I could, as long as I could. When my family was present and accounted for, knew they were cared for and loved, I was overcome by profound grief and sadness This caused me to lose my stance and footing and sent me tumbling into what I can only describe as an Abyss. It was here I was truly alone, drenched and drowning in despair. I found my footing in this boundless Abyss. Looking about I saw nothing; I heard nothing not even my own cries. How could we do this to one another I asked this nothingness. So empty not even an echoing reply. How could we? How could we? Over and over 'til the words had lost all meaning. And when they did I stopped asking. I stood in the Abyss knowing that I must do something, but what? Pull myself though somehow? Allow myself to drown here? Then I heard it. I heard The Wind In The Trees, singing my answer. We are The Old Ones! You know us, you Honor us and you know that you are not truly alone. Send up Smoke and Give thanks to The Creator you are not alone. And so I did. bangan biidaaban |