Food for Deep Thoughts of a Mad Woman

Unsteady

The ground is shaking.

My world is falling apart and I can't scream nor cry.

When does it end?

When does my pain leave my heart in peace?

I smile.

I cry.

I talk.

I scream.

Always outside.

Always inside.

When will peace reach my mind and silence the voices?

I'm running from it all.

Ignoring the cries of my own suffering.

The ground shifts, but stays in place.

I stumble and fall, but I'm still running.

I get up and look back, but I don't look behind me.

My past will not define my future.

The beatings.

The pain.

The blood.

None of it is who I am.

It's proof that I'm resilient.

That I'm strong.

My world is on fire.

Everything I knew is burning.

The world is being re-made.

What will I make now?

No more prison.

No more scheduled sleep.

No more orders.

I'm making my world a new.

What will you make?