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Tag: prose writing
She struggled to find happiness in her life. She wouldn’t leave her home for weeks at a time, and when she did, she’d walk alone. Her life hit a wall, and she took a step back, faced herself in the mirror, and braced for change. She took a leap of faith, not to let fear rule her life.
She is anonymous> labelled X. X has been changing for a month, and in that month she has made a lot of connections, and met new friends. She’s had my help the entire time, she has been leaning on God for the courage to change and to do it her way.
She sits at the window and quietly thinks, "Oh, what a life I am missing out on!" No amount of television, no amount of cursed days inside, she has to get out of her own way, the birds in the trees, the jasper on the iron, she sees the light. Her hand guided by fate, her heart torn by withering faith, past the gate, a thousand pains, leads the way, out of the stone, into the sea, a droplet of water to you or me. Eyes in the sky, to you or I. an out of body experience, to thy, her humble journey of self resentment, our noble ambition to help her find her way. At first, the lights are too bright, at first, she is tempted not to start this fight, alas, the fear has passed, she's merely setting foot on the grass, now she focuses on the day long passed, as she faces the moon of the light of her candle bright. Figure: "Fear, fear is a tool, not to be messed with." She: "I have no courage, to change the day." Guide: "Surely, as the sun rises in the sky, it must set again, leaving us in darkness. Surely, as the night meets the day, the sun will rise once again." Let those reptilian thoughts melt into a pool of regrets, get every single one out of that magical head, decide not to live in mirage of dread, your life is just beginning. Guide: "Whatever awaits the end of this dark and lonesome path, will surely have you coming back. Your heart is a thousand soldiers marching through battle, likely you'll feel heavy metal. "The journey is done, all the evil is gone. A sad day, a rainy night, no more cold lights inside your mind. You cease the day to embrace the moment, you see it through to the bitter end, coming at every sunrise...back once again." A heart so cold, turned to gold, your closed cabinet, open book, a tainted thought turned into gemstone, a twisted mind forced to look inside, with each beaded sweat... with each falling heartbeat... every drop of blood... every lonesome soul... each pervaded goal... each and every gasped breath... your struggling steps... the sunset... the nightfall... a coined tilted all heads... once barely able to get out of bed... every bitter end... latched onto a better way... X