Written Word / Excerpt

As home felt empty with a lingering feeling of sadness and sex finished behind, she decided to pick up the pen again, and write. Truth is, heartbreaks always propelled her to new heights. That was the strength she had learned from her mother. She knew how to take a wound and turn it into a flower. Most people didn’t realize this was the reason they felt so mesmerized by her. She carried a softness in her that she used to gain strength. A type of strength that would have people intuitively stop and follow her lead. The night deepened and her thoughts moved in waves. She felt insecure, scared, desperate to feel strong again, desperately seeking comfort. Could she dare another step when she could barely stand? She felt the threat of mistrust building as she allowed her wounds to bleed. “I want to be able to trust you. I want to be a strong person again. I feel small. Please don’t hurt me. Please love me.”, she wrote down. The phone rang – it was Alicia.