In the darkness there has always been a way out, the troubles that toil us don’t stop our plight.
You battle everyday to keep a straight happy face, sometimes that crumbles at such a fast pace.
It’s like I’m on a beach, the waves are coming in, the sand slowly sinks and I’m drifting further away.
Instead of a refreshing wave releasing me from this pain, it drags me under and there’s no escape.
The crushing feeling of that second wave and the third, the beach is no longer in view, the sand is no longer safe.
Is this an ending? The overriding fear of what will come, when eventually it just is, this is it, this is the way.
You have loved, you have lost, you have cried, you have smiled. That little girl that was so happy, now so sad and lost and alone.
Dreaming, thinking, rethinking and repressing, pushing these thoughts deep into the abyss.
Then the whisper of hope, just as you had imagined and lived, those two statements that will always get you through this.
This is not my end.
This is not all you have to give.