Pain ebbs and flows. Learning to mend, pick up the shattered fragments a piece at a time. Beware the sharp points that will slice into you as you retrieve them. Pain comes in sharp gasps and drips red-hot. As the drops fall, so do the tears. Detachment begins, masking the fury and betrayal.
Refusing to stoop to the lowest rung, determined to keep herself strong. But nobody sees the tears that well up, so easily distracted by her smile. Each day is a struggle to breathe and start anew.
All the lies and the deceit. Reeling from all the hits. She keeps going, she keeps loving but she keeps hurting. Wondering when it can fade, the scar’s still too fresh. She is moving in slow motion as the rest of the world zooms past. Bright lights flashing past as the world plunges into darkness.
She turns to Him, praying for ease.