Hope shines on the coldest nights
Hello blank page, I’m back. The ink only works when I’m writing in the dark.
The light shines through the cracks of my confinement. only when the night sky is clear and the stars are on stage.
Those nights are the coldest it seems. Symbolising hope that comes and goes, whilst the world keeps turning but I’m sat frozen.
Frozen in my past, unable to escape the shadows that haunt me.
They keep me locked down, unable to move.
The more I chip away from the inside, desperate to break free. The truth is cold serves me well. Numbs the pain so whilst trying to set myself free the more pain incumbency’s me.
I feel my body thawing but it’s like the blood sill dense and cold, preventing me from truest healing. The oxygen then can’t reach my brain and all that’s felt is fear and pain.
Hello my dear it’s me again. A wounded child, lovesick mother and abandoned
addition to life.
