Shattered

The fragile scraps of a broken woman hit the floor and shattered,
bursting in a shimmering mass of panic,
fear,
sobs,
hysteria,
and scattered across jagged floor of the void.
There was no warning.

She crumbles,
falls apart.
She’s too small to find the former pieces of herself.
It’s too dark.
She’s been robbed of her senses—
This place is a black hold.
It’s suffocating,
ripping the oxygen from her lungs,
drowning her in silence.
She’s trapped.

Why is it dark?’
She hadn’t seen it,
had stayed away,
for weeks.
It shouldn’t be dark.’
There was no reason.
She had been happy.

Transit umbra, lux permanet.
Shadows pass, light remains.’
That phrase…
An echo in her thoughts.
No.
It cut through the silence;
it wasn’t just a cry in her thoughts.

A light,
her light,
drove the darkness away.

A gentle hand caressed the minuscule pieces,
covered in blood and tears,
mere bits of their previous frame.
It cleansed them of their pain,
carefully replaced them.

She finally spoke,
managed a smile,
a few words,
a weak laugh…
even a giddy squeak,
ducking beneath her blanket as her light hummed a soothing, “Ik hou van jou, Klein Vogeltje.”

Her light.
The light was always there.
Even when dulled,
cracked,
flickering.
The promise was never broken;
I will always be your shining light in the darkness, Little Bird.”

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Author: Elendarin

Student pursuing a degree in psychology with a concentration in clinical psych. I enjoy writing, watching baseball, foreign languages, and being a massive nerd.

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