repressed memory & dog slobber

“One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why.” -Author Unknown

for her the shrink did nothing

for her the priest even less

for her all the friends in the world

could not find her when she hid in her

deepest, darkest place---

buried down beneath the first floor in the

basement where all the past would flood in,

yes, she might have only been doing her

laundry,

but her laundry was doing so much more to her---

and the machine did oscillate

and the dust & mildew brought out the horrors

just a little more---

wanting for another human to help

wanting for someone to come & say that it will be ok,

but it doesn’t always work out that way.

 

and then the world stopped

when from beside her the sweet pup’s paw reached up

volunteering, placing it on her shoulder when she was

crouching.

 

finishing up stuffing the remainder of her clothes in the

machine,

she hugs the dog

in realization that she will get on

by any means possible

and the slobber of her pet is one more thing

that she might have overlooked,

had she not spent this time in

deep introspection---

and the bond between her growing strength &

the unknowing bliss of such an animal

is what brings a smile,

as she climbs back up the stairs to get him a

treat.