It has been quite some time since I was last tarnished by Self-harm's presence and wheedling tones. You have not visited me for quite a while; instead, your companion Suicide was here.He may be stronger and more forceful, yet you are more persuasive, sweet nectar dripping from your rosy lips, many falling foul of your … Continue reading Two Evil Companions
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My Light Grows Weaker
The calm surface belies the troubled waters beneath, roiling and frenzy masked by serenity. At times the waters are truly still, with crystalline beauty that attracts the light. But these moments grow ever fewer.For it is not only light that is attracted to the waters. Indeed, darkness relishes the churning, the agitation, feeding on turmoil … Continue reading My Light Grows Weaker
A Marathon with no Finish Line
How much more can this fragile soul take? To live with darkness on your tail each day; running, ever running, to stay ahead of its clutches. It yearns for me, to hold me in its embrace. The icy blackness beckons me into its arms, pretending to offer comfort.Being hounded in such a way is utterly … Continue reading A Marathon with no Finish Line
Last Light Within
Barbed wires pierce torn flesh, disfiguring and transforming a wounded soul; I no longer recognise myself. A tense smile is my garment, barely disguising the unfathomable pain beneath.The more I struggle, the tighter the bonds that ensnare with insatiable hunger; they feed on my pain. And the longer they remain, the deeper they tear into … Continue reading Last Light Within
Watcher in the Shadows
A dark shape steals through the shadows, ever watchful. A rustling leaf, the occasional snap of a branch, is all that betrays its presence. Watching, and patiently waiting. For it hopes that my step will falter, that I will once more fall prey to the trap and be ensnared. How often this has this occurred, … Continue reading Watcher in the Shadows