I never knew a heart could break like this. I never thought it would be me. Now that I am here in this place, I don’t know how to get out. I can’t muster my strength, I can’t wish it away, I can’t pretend. It is real, so very real. Not a dream, not a nightmare. You get to leave them behind at the break of dawn, this-follows you like a shadow.
How can this be, this new me, this person that stole my body and pretends to be me but isn’t. No, this person carries too much sorrow, so heavy it is hard to breathe. No, the life I had, the life that was part of me, the life I took up and was me; no longer remains. She is consumed by the fire of grief, and I can’t help her.
VickieDawn
accumulation 