Traveling through the field of open wounds; but don't worry, it'll all be over soon.
A door creeks open and my hands become instantly attracted to embrace the knob that calls for action. Like muscle memory my arm begins to pull. I didn't realize I walked through yet, but apparently I did. I was hoping that I wasn't going to like what's before me which would've given me an opportunity to shut the door and turn away; But I guess I didn't get that chance. Before I was able to even think twice about it, I was already in. This field is terrifying. My nerves and memories were bouncing throughout my body, screaming into my ears that my worth has lost it's value. My self-confidence had been evaporated by the steam from the ground that burned away the feet that led me to strength when my tank was empty. As I stared into the gray scaled desert of shattered glass flowers and broken wedding bands, with no shoes or socks, I started my walk.
Traveling through the field of open wounds; but don't worry, it'll all be over soon.
A good length of time had passed since the last time I had such a flare. I guess I haven't been in love for a long time until now. I also felt that these insecurities would have been flushed out by now but the scars and old wounds that I've began to pick at have reign victorious in this battle to ignore them. Never have I realized how bad it was up until now. I don't want to keep walking through this field. The glass is really sticking to my feet and soon I won't be able to walk at all anymore. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do in order to rid myself from this "walk in the park". It feels like I have a hole in my core and my lungs are full of needles. But I'll just keep walking. Like nothing is wrong. Like nothing is bothering me. Like the world is as it should be.
Traveling through the field of open wounds; but don't worry, it'll all be over soon.
Losing strength and my vision fading. My voice is failing and my image tainted. Nothing makes sense to me anymore. Everything is becoming so blurry. I'm losing myself to this monster growing inside of me. With my bloody feet I stand tall and let my tears run down since they are the only thing that can wash away the glass. This is the point where I would lose it all. Nothing to fight for. But her eyes shine brightly under this midnight. Her smile reminds me of what it means to be content. Her laugh is everything I want flooding my ears. She reminds me of why I need to claim my future; and I will NOT let my past be re-lived in her life. She deserves more. I will stand, and I will walk.
Traveling through the field of open wounds; but don't worry, it'll all be over soon.
The glass is growing thicker and the pain is growing stronger. But my hope is becoming clearer and the end is getting closer. This is where it ends. I swear this will be the last time I take a walk through the park of broken glass. Even though I haven't a clue on where I'm going yet, my wounds are turning into fresh skin. This glass is only massaging me now and it feels great. I can't recall the last time I've ever had a foot massage. The thick humid air became a breeze of oxygen against my face as step out in trust, hope, and confidence. And after days of chosen solace, a smile breaks as the midnight began to diminish within the dark blue glow of a slowly rising sun. Step by step into my victory. I will overcome. I will not fall.
Traveling through the field of open wounds; but don't worry, it'll all be over soon.
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