13 Jun 2019

A Song by Yulia Shkarupka

I lay in bed
and stared at the light of a lantern shining outside the window.  "Why is life so difficult?" - this was the only thing I thought at that moment.  My body was not moving, only the tear rolled over the cheek and descended to the pillow.  "Why do I have so many problems?" I thought.
Was it depression?  No, I would not say so.  For more than a year, I had not felt anything but pain.  My body was chained to bed because of the terrible accident that happened a year ago.
That day I ran down the street after the exam, which turned out to be excellent.  This exam was very important to me because he had to decide my fate.  I dreamed of joining the university, new friends, new experiences and knowledge, but life has other plans.  I ran home to tell my parents about the results of the exam and at that time my neighbor decided to drive me a car ...
I plunged into my mind, and suddenly I heard a strange melody.  "Mr. Thomson plays again at the piano," I thought.  He played the same melody every day, but something else was heard today.  When I heard the first chords, my soul was filled with light and warmth, I was as calm as ever before.  We often listened to this song with friends, sang and played it on a guitar or piano.  I began to sing words that I remembered.I thought of my teen years when I was a very young girl and went to school.  It seemed to me that I was back in the past, everything was so real ... I saw my friends, with whom we sometimes escaped from lessons, hiding in a small park near the school, where they played the guitar, sang songs and talked about life.  I remembered my beloved teacher, whose lessons he loved so much.  In front of my eyes there was a picture from the past, it was my first party, I was 16, I put on a beautiful red dress and for the first time I put on my heel shoes.  It looked so funny, because I could not walk on them!  I laughed ... Opened his eyes and smiled, he said: "Every moment of my life needs to be appreciated, that's what I understood now."
Mr. Thompson finished playing, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled so earnestly and felt really careless.

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