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The South Wing Balcony

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The South Wing Balcony By Yoakim U I gazed at the dim shades of colour forming in the sky of Kalgoorlie, as the ancient sun was slowly submerging along its usual path towards the west of the flat countryside, flushing out the original, rich streaks of red and yellow. Its rays that once irradiated warmly onto the South Wing wall of the tall, five-storey hospital with a rich, glorious glow, now swiftly vanished. The sky was unhurriedly filled with magnificent darkness. In the dim shadows at ground level from a distance, I glimpsed up at the primitive building that rose up high like the Red Sandstone Monolith. I could see the darkened Australian flag on the building's summit that was fluttering furiously like black butterflies from the evening's coming storm, as if it was stroking the transparent wall that divided the heavens from the earth. The hospital's neighbour was a small primary school where a large sandstone wall divided the two, as if isolating the living from the decaying. ...read more.


My body felt like a plant that was foreign to its soil and could not blossom elsewhere. I was supposed to bid my last farewell to my grandmother, but in fear of not finding the right words to share with her, I sealed my lips. I reminded myself that she only had hours of life remaining in her, but fear imprisoned my heart to do so. All I did was frown upon the sour sight of human frailty. In disbelief, I shamefully walked outside onto the open balcony to cool my knotted emotions in the night's chilly ambience. I leaned on the brown, metal railing. My throat was tightening and became volatile and warm tears of love and frustration streamed from my eyes like an unstable fountain. "I wept for you grandmother", I reassured myself in a hoarse tone, which stirred within my soul depths of unexpected sweetness. I glimpsed up into the forever-black sky that extended out beyond the invisible horizon of the dusty plains of Kooratjoonga to an indefinite distance. ...read more.


With anticipation, I slowly walked back into the room. * * * Months after her death, the regret of not saying "good-bye" to my grandmother still stained onto my heart, and it would remain with me permanently. It was undefinable uneasiness. Some details of the night escaped me, but the regret remained. I have walked past that balcony an infinite amount of times and it teased me every time. This place had become foreign to me. She was not up there anymore. It was all unconnected. The only thing that made sense to me was that I now believed she was sharing harmony with the Land, nature and the Dreaming, forever. The snatching hands of death stole my grandmother from me, as if she was another stolen generation, but I accepted it because everyone's life is momentary. Even though it was my day of mourning, I have enough life in me to atleast be progressive and proud of my natural origins. With the loss of my grandmother, my spirituality had come back to me in such a mysterious and remarkable way that no human being would be able to define. ...read more.

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