I was beautiful.
I was light.
I was in full control.
I could resist everything.
I loved their whispers, their stares.
I was faster than everyone.
I was not injured.
I was not broken.
I was not torn, or shattered.
I did not limp.
I could do what needed to be done.
I was smart.
I was confident.
I could ignore that voice.
I still loved him.
I did not love him.
I had cheekbones, collarbones, shoulder blades, ribs, wrist bones, knees.
I had everything.
Now I can’t even control my brain.
I’m not fast.
I’m not light.
I’m not who I should be.
Everything is falling apart.
I don’t know if i can survive this.
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OnaPlanet, that hit home for me. But. You. Can. Survive. This. Too. And pick up the broken parts and start again. A whole new different light… I’ve fallen apart and had to start again so many times in life. It used to make me despair. Now I know when it happens, I can pick up the pieces left and create a whole new life. Every time. We all can.