The weight is heavy on my chest.
With each stale silence and every rush of the storm I am reminded of when I once fell.
I am reminded of the pain, the confusion, and the obliterated nights.
I see sadness and loneliness and feel the distance forming.
I am overwhelmed with people. Their words. Their actions.
I begin to feed into the negativity until I inhale a fresh breath of strength.
Step outside the box and breathe in. Breathe out and take a look around.
I look at the past, the present, the future.
With each lesson learned I am more experienced.
With each fault, I am more accustomed.
And with each tear, brings happiness.
I am prepared.
It is always so easy to give in to the darkness and allow it to show its teeth….and in most cases, consume you. But I have learned that in the end, to go the easy route, to be lazy and not fight for the light always turns out to be more painful and more permanent.
I do not have time to go backwards in life, so my only choice is to buck up and charge it.
I step inside the box, take a deep breath, and charge.
Everyone get the fuck out of the way.
If you can’t keep up, take a step back and stop pulling me with you.
