Mending the pieces.

I sit on the cold nothingness, in the dark

wondering how it is that I got here

on my knees

alone

vulnerable and overwhelmed with emotion

emotions I cannot yet reach

my hand outstretched but consumed by darkness

feelings of utter loneliness

abandoned, suffocating

as if I’m drowning

as if I’m drowning in the air that surrounds me

that fills my lungs

fills my soul

I cannot breathe

I cannot think

I’m shaking, violently

It’s too much

It’s.

too.

much.

I watch the emotions in front of me pour out, forming

escaping the decayed cocoon

swirls and blooms of endless color

colors of unimaginable perception

of laughter so vivid and warm

comforting and heartbreaking

nostalgia

it chills me to the bone

memories replayed and remembered

yet forgotten

known but faded

it sickens me

this nostalgia

my nostalgia

eating me away

down to the core

and what remains in front of me

is pure

my soul.

Me.

my innocence and everloving dreams

I’d hoped to catch like butterflies

the warmth in my fingertips

picking it up

this sweet, broken soul

broken from the world

“I’m so sorry the world is so unfair.

You never deserved this.”

tears stream down my face

and I smile

once again on the path to healing

step by step

day by day

slowly

I’ll be okay.