Author:  Minnie
Rating:  PG
Category:  Original fiction
Notes:   Please do not archive elsewhere without permission.  Sometimes things feel all too real. Archive Date:  10/12/2001




There is pain in this house.  There.  On the stairs.  I feel it as I take the first step on the landing.   A dull, muted pain.  A pain so old, it's settled through many layers of time.   I've awakened it somehow, just by passing through the space and time of its protective layers.

I feel its burden as I walk gingerly down the steps and lightly trace my fingertips on the balustrade.  It settles upon me like a heavy weight and my steps slow as though I had leaden feet.  It's almost tangible, the pain.   I start to feel myself getting lost in its grip.  Lost in the past, in that moment.
 
The balustrade reminds me of where I am.  It roots me in the here and now, rather than sending me back the swirling mists of time.  Of pain. 




I take another step and touch the balustrade once more.  Pain passes.  Anger arrives. A vitrolic, scalding anger.  No need for me to remind myself that I am in the present for this anger feels alive and well.   And here.

White-hot rage.  Almost feminine.  No, not almost.  It is feminine.  A woman.  It is a woman's anger.  It lashes out searching for something to destroy, to hurt, to make it feel the same pain.  I don't know why but I feel like the anger is justified, that the pain it wants to inflict is righteous.   My conviction grows but the anger flees just as quickly as it comes. 




As anger washes away, sadness replaces it.   Tired and broken.   Weeping.  Defeated.  My sympathy rises, hovering above the sadness but not clinging to it.   I can feel it settling inside me yet it keeps its distance.  

A sense of fatalism or perhaps inevitability radiates from its core.  I want to cry out "No!" but it vanishes, leaving me with a sense of non-completion.   Yet I find a kernel of hope struggling through the remains.   Hope for what, I do not know.   Resolution?  Absolution?  The future?  I do not know.


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