For weeks I have felt it coming. I could feel it in my bones. A storm was brewing and a big one at that. Even though I tried to prepare for it, even though I did my best to stand against it, I crumbled. It picked me up and tossed me about. Ripped at me. Crawled inside of me and tore me open. Then when it was through, when it had satisfied its craving, it threw me aside like unwanted trash.
Discarded by the side of the road. Frightened and alone, I lay there. Wondering if someone would come along and pick me up or if I would lie there for eternity. Forgotten.
Unwanted.
So there I lay. Exposed. Vulnerable and scared. Until from nowhere, she appeared. Beautiful and strong. Radiant and alive. She kneeled down beside me and for a moments just stared. I was afraid she was going to pass me by. I was certain that she would not want me. No one wants me. I am unwantable. Then before I realized what was happening she scooped me up and placed me in her pocket.
Safe.
And there I remain. No longer discarded. No longer abandoned. Protected in a pocket. I snuggle up and sleep.
4 comments:
That was kinda radiant, you know. You do sort of have a light about you. Even black lights radiate.
kinda gorgeous, dude...I liked reading this from you
This is really nice. I'm glad you found your comfort.
That is beautiful, Maasiyat! I know the experience probably felt like hell as it was happening, (hey I know that feeling) but your ability to put it into words so people (any people) can get it is awesome! Thanks.
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