• whitewings 11w

    There comes a time in life
    when you find yourself stunned.
    As if the world around you
    changed in just a moment.
    Everything that you believed defined your life,
    falls down like dried autumn leaves.
    All the curtains are gone,
    the doors broken,
    windows stolen.
    Suddenly the room seems empty
    and so do the roads.
    There's food on the table
    but it seems to be stone.
    There's water in the tumbler,
    but it's the color of blood,
    drained from your bones.
    It's silent around you.
    Not in a peaceful way...
    but hauntingly.
    As if your room all of sudden
    turned to a cemetery...
    with graves of everything you had been holding dear
    until this moment.
    There's so much to grieve about,
    so much to leave behind.
    You wonder what would you even take with you,
    from amidst these ruins,
    of relations and friendships
    that fell off in a single night.
    In such moments of crushing loneliness,
    you lose sound,
    you lose sight...
    what to say and to whom.
    Am I even alive?
    Does it even matter,
    if I trample the bud of my dreams
    or let it bloom.
    And you sit there for a long long while...
    longer than the night.
    Night, that doesn't seem to end with sunrise.
    Night that transpires into this darkness in your lungs.
    Darkness that had always been there,
    but left to the shadows of smoke stained air.
    And I know where you are tonight...
    I see the loneliness in your eyes.
    I see the pain.
    The numbed ache.
    I see the hopelessness, helplessness
    and the loss of will to fight.
    And I'm not here to tell you what to do.
    I'm not here to speak empty words of courage
    and push you for a breakthrough.
    I'm here to hold you as you cry.
    To sit with you
    as you enter
    the dark, abandoned alleys of your mind.
    I promise I won't say a word until you ask me to.
    I promise I'll just sit here and hold you...
    as you select your battles,
    or choose to rest.
    Watch the sunset...
    or begin again.

    ©whitewings

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    I promise I'll just sit here and hold you...
    as you select your battles,
    or choose to rest.
    Watch the sunset...
    or begin again.

    ©whitewings