The Tears That Started A Fire

There was nowhere to go. I laid in my bed, eyes open by the prying of the sun, and I wondered… why is it morning when I am not feeling like myself?

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Why give me another day right now when I am not ready, oh am I being selfish?

Please don’t let this day be like the others. Where I run into a cold space, dressed by the cloak of depression.

How will I make it through the day? How will I eat the very food that drives this body to move, I am tired of taking care of it, I am tired of it needing fuel. Why is this never ending cycle still continuing?

I need a break!

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I need an escape!

So I called the tears.

They were too much, they were pulling coals from the pass and my tears dripped like sulphuric acid… all made to burn and peel away the skin it laid upon.

It tied my hands up.

It turned the lights off.

It dried up the sun and it licked my tears like a beast who doesn’t care.

I tried to send an email and it gripped me by the throat, hoisted me to the ceiling and made me useless at problem solving.

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It only took a push of uncertainty, created by the wolves to tilt me upside down and marked an X on my chest with its paws.

I spilled a river, seduced by the decision to feel the pain I’ve been suffering, it built a tunnel painted it in white I was walking on walls without a purpose.

My body disappeared, my eyes starts to hurt, my breath is caught in my throat. The visions starts to move and the people started to look familiar or maybe they were new.

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I took the wheels but I sunk lower, I couldn’t see the truck and it crushed me six feet under.

So I went back to bed, peeled the sheets back and took refuge by the beach until it all happened all over again when I found I couldn’t leave.

Published by healinghands231

She is a witch, a writer, a fiancée and a queen at healing the masses within. A 24 year old woman, based in the UK, she finds peace in the tarot, peace in the oracle. She breathes humility and a passion to help bring the art of your mind to life in a snap. Bring to her your work, create by night by day and she will be there to help you pursue like a coin displayed on a tray.

12 thoughts on “The Tears That Started A Fire

  1. This is some kind of beautiful work. I am really feeling this my friend. Gorgeous.

    “They were too much, they were pulling coals from the pass and my tears dripped like sulphuric acid… all made to burn and peel away the skin it laid upon.”

    Wow loving this. Have a great one. Love and hugs Joni

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