A voice ,barely heard, from an unknown country rips you apart. It cuts through the layers one by one. Paid for again ,and again, in tears, vomit and sleep deprived madness. The layers dropped or removed painfully until only your core remains.
Few people know you now. There are more battles to be fought and more pain to feel but with every skirmish you are stronger now. With each loss you are stronger.
The pain diminishes and it is quiet. There is nothing left you recognize. No comfortable familiarity to see the world from. No artifice or pretense to hide behind. You stand still, quiet, changed and secure.
There is no more hatred, aching pain or anger. What's left is feeling deep inside you. The memory of a love you believed would last. A distillation of all the love, pain, loneliness and your own failing false starts.
It is small and precious and part of you.
And then one day. You dance with a stranger laughing because your dancing.
Few people know you now. There are more battles to be fought and more pain to feel but with every skirmish you are stronger now. With each loss you are stronger.
The pain diminishes and it is quiet. There is nothing left you recognize. No comfortable familiarity to see the world from. No artifice or pretense to hide behind. You stand still, quiet, changed and secure.
There is no more hatred, aching pain or anger. What's left is feeling deep inside you. The memory of a love you believed would last. A distillation of all the love, pain, loneliness and your own failing false starts.
It is small and precious and part of you.
And then one day. You dance with a stranger laughing because your dancing.