Sunday, April 4, 2021

The Power of slience

Can you hear it? The impounding silence


The Path Less taken

Her nails pressed deeper in her palms. She elongated her breaths, each time inhaling more..and more air. The nails, that she forgot to trim, were hurting. But she liked that pain, for it was keeping her sane.

What she saw could not be unseen, what she felt cannot fit anymore under the rug. She felt that she is standing at that moment in space, where many have stood before. That invisible line that looks at you and tells you, "Hey girl stop right there!". The ghosts from past, present and future all gather hushing, with big eyes wondering what she will do next. She cannot feel her feet anymore, they were wobbling from the time this all began.

The words are choking in her throat, they are coming together and floating around her. It was so easy to pick some of them and dart at him. They will hurt him for sure, not as much as the dagger sticking out from her heart, but oh she will make sure they do.

In a flick of eyelids she sees her standing alone. The