........3veryday.......

Everyday, another story arises...everyday we arise and forget to remember that we are not around by our own will, but rather here because GOD allowed us to see the new day.......

This heart almost seems as though it was made whole just to break........ but then again, how is it that you can break an already broken heart???

Sometimes the sun can wake up with rising vigor, sometimes its just a matter of being there. I know what it means to break into a million insignificant little pieces that cannot be put back together. I know the pain that tears at you, crashing and breaking like waves...... Every morning i get up, and the first thing i see is the darkness. The sun seems almost a lost thought to my eyes.... Every morning is a new darkness, every morning feels as though the nightmare is getting more and more real.

The nightmare that threatens my existence. The nightmare that is big, hurtful, mean, loathsome and much more.....

I remember the nights that would find me in a room all by myself, tears in my eyes, pain in....... he would strut into the room feeling oh so majestic, when i was all alone....

I was innocent, i think i still am(subject to so many doubts), but he took away that innocence. forced me into a life that i thought i was incapable of getting into. He tore out the little girl from me and left the savage within.....

So i get up every morning, hoping for the misery to E.N.D, but it never does..... Everyday is an affirmation that the nightmare is only getting bigger and deeper.....an affirmation that the darkness and his inflicted pain are holding tighter to my frame, giving me no room for escape........

.........so i let crimson fall,

              i endure it all,

        I harvest sorrow,

   even though Its borrowed,
    
            not from anyone
            
                   rather,

from a shut heart that belongs

               to someone;

                     ME............................

We are making a mark!!!