I’m going to walk it out,
The hurt, the ache,
The burdensome pain,
Eroding my bones away,
My soul, cracked into
A wasteland, parched,
Longing for a little rain,
A little hope, a little faith.
But right now there isn’t any.
On my hands and knees
I tremble, wondering if
I have it in me: another
Stand, another
Fight, another
Rise from the dark to
Confront the rage.
As I crawl on the floor
The answer is, I don’t know.
I hurt, hurt so much,
I want to roll into a ball
And just forget. I am not that strong.
But life doesn’t care.
It kicks and bites
And I feel as if I am about to die
And the last thing I will see
Will be the hate in its eyes,
And part of me refuses to accept that.
Life screams. It throws another blow.
And I realize I had enough.
That I will rise up,
Again and again,
I will do it until the end,
Whatever the end may be.
Life steps back as my knees straighten.
Its hand slaps, but I hold on.
It punches and I bend, but do not fall.
I rise up.
I walk the fear away.
Life smashes, breaks. I get up again.
It shakes, my heart’s bumping deafens
Me to its cries. It pushes. Up once
More I go. I rise up,
Rise up and up,
Repeatedly, once more, until my fear
Jumps to life’s eyes and it stops.
Stops.
The world stops. The pain, the gore,
The terrified beating of my heart.
The horror, the terror.
Life staring, silent and cold.
And I rise up,
One last time.
My demons shattered and caged.
Life steps back and I
Walk it out,
The pain, the hurt, the chains
Now broken, coiling at my feet.
And I go, free at last.
Free at last to live.
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Thank you 🙂
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So true, a walk goes a long way. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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Powerful words.
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