Beyond the Pale

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Gradually she opens her languorous eyes once again to see that she is still in the same spot. Time is slipping beneath her tiny feet. Will she ever be able to escape from this deathless entity? A formidable darkness is invading, uninvited within her innocent mind.

Run little girl, run.....look beyond the pale.

As a child, all bliss was torn from me, a path of abstruse obstacles took hold. All I ever wanted was to abscond somewhere into an abyss of my inner coiled, euphoric desires; a place where all agonizing pain would dismiss itself from my presence. A little girl should not even dare think of a preposterous thought like suicide - right? Well,... I did. Not just once, but numerous times. Never did I attempt such a thing at a young age, although I do recall every emotion that churned within me. A chaotic whirlwind penetrating each pulse, bloody tears streaming down my pale complexion - this was not the way a doll should look like, even alone, at night. It was a difficult task to express myself towards others, even today I stay hidden most times. I felt irrevocably alone, and with nowhere to escape to. I had to abdicate. I did not know what else to do. I was afraid, afraid of the ominous black lurking in the shadows, stretching its arms trying to snatch me in its menacing grip. Therefore, the physical, emotional, and psychological abuse carried through - each threat worse than the last. I was forced to clean early in the morning before school, forced to eat 'everything' on my plate, forced to shower in cold water, forced to lie when all I wanted to scream out was the TRUTH! Forced, forced, and forced to the extent where only bruises, and internal scars remained. The torment was too much. Little by little I began to disappear...

Run little girl, run.....look beyond the pale.

She ponders at her image through the seeing glass. She smiles a half smile, close to tears. Her soft, delicate hands touch the mirror as she gazes intently at every feature her body has grown into. How did she ever get here? She must wonder. Her melodic eye's drowned in a bed of water, self-reflecting - she made it.

You must not cry anymore. You have been found. You are that little girl who ran, oh you ran, but only to find yourself looking beyond the pale. Past your frail image, deep within your core did you find the strength to call yourself a warrior.

So let that little girl run in you, just run, and look beyond the pale.