Stillness.
Such comforting silence.
A dream inside a dream, of sorts.
Finding my footing.
Reestablish my balance.
I'm inside myself.
I'm seeing, hearing, feeling.
Seeing the torn sections,
The degraded edges of my being.
The parts that bleed the darkest blood.
Hearing the soul that cries out.
The single voice of heartbreak.
The part that still grieves this all.
Feeling the parts that sting
The broken limbs and battered brain.
The parts that remain unhealed.
All it means is I must keep going
I must find my light inside this place
This place of hurt and darkness.
About the Creator
Ava McCoy
Mother, artist, survivor, chronic Illness and mental health struggles...
I love to write. Some of my stories are personal ones. Sharing my history and challenges, advocating for other survivors.
I love horror films and gaming
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