Unorthodox

Even in the midst of the fog the vision was clear, unsettling and necessary

Through the haze I heard the call and followed the echo of my name that was being repeated in the heavy, thick, air that surrounded me

Time had been suspended in those eternal minutes and the distraction that followed was a welcome relief from the bombardment

The movements were smooth and deliberate

Emotion was numbed and release was imminent

Seeing the effect of those carefully placed strokes was strangely calming and despair was banished

The cause and effect has been seared into my soul and will not fade from memory

Although unorthodox in its delivery, the ethereal peace that flooded my mind and body was as life giving as the crimson drops that fled the open wounds

The whirlwind that surrounded my being was for a time stifled, the world had stopped and I was allowed to catch my breath

I'm left to contemplate the actions, and the benefits, and wonder if another time I shall surrender to its spell