You got this

Laying on the cold, hard floor, looking like a thousand trains traversed her soul, she awaits to be taken. Never has she known before the extent of love and the excruciating pain it can leave behind when broken.

She sees dancing imaginary glimpses of the one she has lost, the one who got away. Through the trees, the ripples of the seas, and in snow-covered fields, she desperately searches.

Blaming herself won’t do any good, but perhaps the other might think that she should. She spirals away, further every day, without a glimmer of hope inside her starving broken-down untamed and unkempt body.

She shivers and weeps in the day, and runs everything through before sleep in the night. The scream for help is silent to not be a disturbance in other people’s busy chaotic life.

The screaming, the shaking and shivering, the bad dreams that wake her non-stop are all not enough to reconnect with the one that she lost.

She is strong, but feels weak. She has hope, but it’s bleak. Speaking unheard prayers, for an answer in seek. Her heart no longer thumps, it pounds and it aches, she wonders how much more her mind and body can take.

As minutes seem like never-ending days and weeks seem like eternity, she gathers the courage within to not lose her head and identity.

She gets up from the ground, without making a sound, once she has dragged to the pile with her claws all the rocks placed around.

“It is what it is” is the phrase she repeats, “I can’t beat it, I just can’t let it beat me”.

A new day commences, her body gained strength. She can now brush her teeth and walk certain short lengths. The light in the tunnel shines bright in the end. It was dark for a while but she stood; did not bend.

She looks down at her now-so-skinny arm, at the ink popping from her skin a while back that was drawn. “You got this” it reads, not knowing before what “this” would implore. She finally feels free to be strong like before.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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