The Flowers of Fall

As I stand among the destruction of the tower that held every piece of my life that I thought made me, me.

A gut wrenching scream rises up from within me. But no sound can be heard.

The tears stream down my face, creating massive rivers that carry away pieces of me.

I collapse in a heap of helplessness as the pieces float out of reach.

I lay there.

Choking on the words… “Help Me.”

But help doesn’t come.

Everything is in pieces all around me.

I scramble to put the broken pieces back together, but I cut myself and bleed on everything and everyone I know and love.

I give up.

I search desperately for someone or something to help me put the pieces back together.

I find nothing and no one.

I realize I must do this on my own.

I sort through what is left of me and take the things I value most.

The tears still flowing as I turn and walk away. Leaving behind everything and everyone I’ve ever known.

The path ahead is unseen.

Fear creeps in and settles.

I pause.

Not knowing what is ahead.

I pause.

Afraid to take the next step.

I pause.

Frozen in a trauma induced waking dream.

I pause.

I take a deep breath and go within.

I am safe.

I feel secure in myself.

I trust myself.

I LOVE myself.

I speak life into myself.

I see my light.

I know I can take the next step.

I secure the pieces left of me.

My faith comforts me.

I was never alone.

The fear was never mine.

I look back at the destruction of the tower.

Holding all the valuable pieces of me, I step forward.

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