I wrote this a few months ago. I wasn't sure whether or not to post it, but decided to.

"My marriage is on life-support. It’s been a while now. The crisis and the trauma and the acute pain has passed and now a dull soul ache has set in. The experts say that only time will tell. That the damage is severe but there is always hope, it may just take a long time.

Some around me have finally begun the grieving process, anxious for me to do the same – “it’s time to let go..you can’t go on like this…you are young…you have your whole life ahead of you”.

Others, like me, are waiting – for a sign, for a sense of peace.

Some are standing around awkwardly, glad that the decision isn’t theirs to make, not quite sure of the right things to say or do. Being jolly and trying to look on the bright side.

Days go by when there is no sign of change and the looming decision finally begins to take shape in my mind, but then there is a faint spark of life and my soul lurches, thoughts and feelings of healing and hope surge into me and for a moment the pain vanishes.

I sit quietly listening to the beep..beep…beep…

On the bed lies my hopes and dreams, past and future – my wedding pictures, tiny baby clothes, love letters, empty coffee cups, silly fridge magnets,

I look to these treasures as one may stroke the beautifully soft, un-blemished hand of severe burn victim; not wanting to see the ugliness and ruin of something that was once so full of promise.

I too feel that I am hovering between life and death.

Will I be brought back? "