The dreaded moment

The dreaded moment

The dreaded moment

The man walked into the room,
The tension could be felt heavy on the air,
No one talking, each looking down,
Drowning in shame, or so it seemed.
He hesitated,
His breathing shallow and sharp,
Looked around and then with cautioned entered,
Not understanding why they were all waiting,
Looking guilty or perhaps just nervous.
One stranger sitting in the middle of the group,
The rest fanned out on either side,
Some held papers,
Others just had their hands clasped,
As if not quite knowing what to do with them.
His stomach began tighten,
Palms began to sweat,
He hated that, what he palms did when he was nervous.
He felt exposed,
For some reason naked
As if…..Oh my God,
Everyone could see through him.
Something horrible was about to happen,
His world was about to change,
Be shattered,
Making him face something about himself,
Deep and dark that he did not want to face,
However he could not go,
Where would he run,
It was too late,
The trap and sprung and he was caught.
He knew this was coming on some level,
His feeling surprised not that great
Shock however a different matter,
That the moment,
Dreaded,
Had come.
It started and he endured,
Forced himself to listen,
Allowing his ego to be stripped,
Anger,
Rage,
Yes love also present amidst it all,
For only love would cause his love ones to endure this with him.
He wept,
Fought, and then listened some more,
Like surgery it was the intervention,
When it was over…….well,
Then it begin for him
The slow tortuous journey back,
To what he did not know,
He knew that it had to be better than where he was,
Hell,
No other word could encompass it.
One day at a time, he trudges forward,
Seeking to make amends
To grow and change,
If he should fall he had something to climb back onto,
Supported by family and friends,
His new found trust in God fills him with hope and strength.