Hyenas

The face I see in the mirror these days  is that of a stranger.  Is it hardness or pain ? Anger or despair ?  that lies behind that cold stare and vacant eyes.   She guards her secrets well, while mine flap out in the open like laundry on a line for all to see.  I have so  many questions, and not one single answer can I find. 

My life leaves little time for figuring out those things.  My energy  is better spent doing the few things that I can  accomplish  around here.  My parents are now the children and I am the scullery maid. The house is not clean or tidy like my Mom kept it. Even if I had a team of cleaners to help me Mom would never permit them to touch her things or violate her privacy.  If she can't do it herself than it just won't get done at all.

What will become of of those piles of things and me once they are both gone ? I can only make a guess. The"things" will be plundered , fought over and then tossed aside (once the novelty wears off).

 That will happen after They first thing they get me out of the house so they can gut it.  Like Hyenas fighting over a juicy carcass they  will gang up and eliminate the weakest in the pack. (or so think)

I have already started throwing out my own clutter. It is a freeing feeling to shed the weight of those piles of things that I once thought I would need "some day". When stuff  begin to take over your life and suffocate you  it is past time to be rid of it.  Each bag of trash I carry to the garbage lightens my spirit a bit more.

I have lived here on this 6 acres  of dirt all my life.  My son took his first steps here and said his first word, just like I did. It will be harder than I can ever imagine seeing other people living here.

They will change the house to suit them and chop down my maple tree without a second thought.My past will become their future. Nothing can stop the hands of time, not even me.  **Ever Forward**