She seems composed
But deep within a silent war is raging
At times she is able to douse it
But than there is the rush, the gripping sensation that trickles into her thoughts
She blocks them out
Turning to prayer
Turning to the one – the only one – that can rescue her from herself
She’s afraid of consuming herself through her own weakness, her own temptations, her own…
Yet she tries with all the strength that is left in her.
As this is way too familiar,
As she once found herself deep within this vicious waters that almost – almost stripped her of all that has made her whole today
But – She has deteriorated…
How, when, why –
She cant seem to fathom.
As the droplets prick at burning eyes her heart pulses out in a cry, in a plea!
Her lips remain unmoved and all that she hears in the deadly silence –
is her frantic whisper from deep within,
“Save me – from myself”