Sunrise

Just as she accepted the warmth of the sun,
it set,
and she was left in the shadow of night.
Again.
She was alone,
but she always had been.
She merely deluded herself into thinking she wasn’t.

Left mute,
she could not call for help.
Left blind,
she could not seek out the flickers of light in the distance.
Left deafened,
she could not follow the calls of those naive enough to think she could be pieced back together.

Her companions were the demons that plagued her existence.
She could only stumble toward the whispers of the ghosts of her past,
drawing her deeper into the abyss.
She could only clamor after their lingering glow,
hoping to find her way out.
She would find her way out—by whatever means necessary.

She didn’t expect to see the next sunrise.
The sunrise was such a rare occurrence to begin with.

…Maybe… it was simply time for her to go.

…Maybe… the sun would rise more often in the next life.

…Maybe… she could find peace in the next life.

…Maybe… she could find herself again in the next life.

…Maybe… that was exactly where she belonged—in the next life.