Every Thursday, Beckie, from Beckie’s Mental Mess, blogs about the dangerously increasing issue of mental health. She includes a few questions and an image, encouraging participants to write of that which sparks inspiration. You can check out last week’s submittions by clicking the link above.
I am usually drawn to the images in the prompt. This week follows suite.
The darkness fell upon her,
Just as the sunset faded to night.
She feared these hours, most.
The voices would soon, resonate,
The secrets of her past, horrors of
Her life, and lies about her character.
Quiet Whispers, subtle and familiar,
The haunting familiarity of endless hours.
Her mistakes visited, stared her in the face.
Anxiety attacked every inch of her weakening confidence.
Insecurities surfaced, breaking her down.
The night brought her storms,
Caging her into solitude, fearful of judgement.
She struggled with facing society, functioning normally,
And do so while sensing judgement from every passerby.
Until, one day, she declared, “Enough!”
She spread her wings
And broke free.