“ Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors. ”
Taking a risk to survive isn’t that impressive. Taking a risk to be happy, that takes guts.
~ Sarah Noffke
Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.
No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I’m forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I’ll come up short and suffocate.
My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I’m seconds away from igniting.
