The darkness has not hurt me by what it has actually done. The darkness has hurt me by making what it has done into something untellable.
I know the darkness must know this.
The darkness knows our weaknesses, our desires, our hopes and dreams.
How much does the darkness know?
Will I survive?
And if I don’t survive, where will I go? Will I see light?
My heart breaks and breaks again too many times.
I wonder about Karma. I wonder about some cosmic beast that has had it in for me from the time I was made. And when was I made? Have I lived here before? Do I just not know? Who have I been in life?
The more I seek light the more darkness comes to take me away.
The darkness rapes me.
I see glimpses of light, like through windows. It is always into somebody else’s home.
It seems to know I cannot break free.
I am not let in.
Where am I tethered? Sucking the contents out of my umbilicus. Stealing into my children’s lives where I grow them.
Nobody should touch me. Modern day leper.
Please save me.
Please make this story yours.