the light shines dim

The pain ebbs and flows like irregular waves over jagged rocks. Swelling and receding, taking on more and more power before eventually depositing its remnants in the cracks and holes formed with the passing of time. There is no escaping the pain; it is inevitable, yet it is also transient and vincible. The trick is to find strength and the belief that what has been beaten and overcome once can and will be again. Nothing is permanent. The scars tell the story of the pain that once took hold, they are the seams that hold back the brutal tide that rages below the surface, ever aching to break free. Those waves will strike you again, and the fear... the fear is the worst. Fear of helplessness. Fear of loneliness. Fear of hopelessness. Fear of weakness. The skin cracks and splinters. And the weight of everything, every fucking thing, pounds in your chest, crushing you from inside. It consumes you. Almost. But not quite. There is a chink of light, like blazing sunshine clawing its way through a gap in the blinds. There is the scent of the sea, the song of the birds. They sing of hope, of innocence and good. There is good, there is strength, there is love. Wounds heal, tides subside, days pass and time flies.

Oh, that’s you.