And just for thought...
How often do my hands tremble with fear?
Or my heart pound with anxiety?
A word pours sweat from every pore in my body.
The screams fester but never escape.
Repeating images haunt my nights.
There is nothing to cure this ailment of mine.
How many tears have down these pale cheeks?
Or nights when sleep eludes me?
It is fear that tortures my soul.
It is fear that tears away my spirit.
Safety is just an illusion.
It was stolen that dreadful night.
I can't force the evil away.
How many times have I cursed him?
How would he ever know?
He feels no redemption.
My trembling hands, pounding heart meant nothing.
He felt nothing for me.
The anger rots me.
There is no faith, no hope.
How often do I vow revenge?
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.