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The bar was dark and tacky , i had been hit on by a few greasy men and had drank to many vodka cokes
The door opened
She walked in with black hair
She walked in, I could smell the despair
She walked in, I could see the desperation
I called her over she did not need to speak i put my arms around her
I smelt the sweet stench of a drug addict on her breath memories of Africa flooded back , memories of the streets of Manchester assaulted me, I had been here before i knew this hell
She walked in i knew her desperation her despair ,
She walked in i held her while she cried
I prayed for her and yelled to god silently, i pleaded with him, interceded for her in those few moments
I stroked her hair i brushed it away from her face
I held her i told her what ever it was, it would be ok
I refused to let her buy me a drink
She kept apologizing I held her while she cried “ that it wouldn’t be ok , nothing could be ok ever again , there was only darkness , she was trapped she cried”
I had nothing to offer her
I had nothing to say her
There was nothing I could do for her but hold her and stroke her hair , and tell her it would be ok , some how it would all work out
Eventually the raven haired lady left walking from this bar , she left to be swallowed by the darkness once more – I felt powerless helpless unable to offer anything but my arms around her and my unconditional love,
She had been with me for mere moments , when she had walked in my spirit had highlighted her I had reached to her asking if she was ok and her tirade of tears had given me my answer.
I felt helpless , praying for her later in the shower i felt helpless, thinking of her till i drifted into a dark sleep i felt helpless , this morning as i type this i feel helpless.
