LOVE ⇻ [ positivity ]

iv. COMFORT

SIMPLY BECAUSE THE GIRL FOUND A PATH  did not mean it was easy.

it was a path of

unpaved roads,

burning through the black tar

left from millenia ago

when, once upon a time,

something worthwhile had lay there.

a path of

poking, pestilent pains

presiding over body and mind

preponderance over heart and soul

preconceiving happiness

because the happiness was gone.

a path of

agonizing, adamant anguish

allowing no sunlight to shine

not through the windows

not through the closed doors

not through the bubble waiting to burst at any second.

a path which only led one way:

down.

and she climbed

every rung of the ladder

ran every mile

of the tunnel

all in hopes that someday,

she would escape.

but she could not,

for the tunnel was endless

the rabbit-hole was bottomless

her being was pitiless

her life was worthless.

pained

starving

darkness

would

swallow

her

whole

pained

starving

darkness

would

swallow 

her

soul.

until she found the cracks in the floorboards

of her own mind

her own body

her own head

her own heart

her own soul

the cracks that let in the light

the cracks that proved

she was not alone

she was never alone

she had people she loved

and people loved her.

even after a mile 

of harrowing, dark days

there was still an inch

of hope, intense ichor

melting her chains

setting her free.

she still bled,

yes.

but she

was

happy.