I could taste them.
I could taste the rage, the agony, the hatred.
I could taste the love of a mother, slowly leaving me…
One small drop at a time.

And it drove me crazy, as I took a step
Cars racing past me, no one would have time to think
Soon
I would be ‘that girl’,
The girl who couldn’t take it
The girl who ended it all

But as I began to take the last step
Head pounding now
Mind dull
They stopped me

As much as I wanted to believe that it was over
As much as I wanted to believe that I couldn’t feel,
That I couldn’t live
They proved I could

I was drowning now,
But I managed to escape
The taste of my tears
Bringing me back to reality.

facing a wall
pounding fists into a surface
that will never give way
never fall to pure human force.

we hit though;
hoping for solace in pain
channeling anger
channeling frustration
channeling love.

when we halt our forces
when we give up our efforts
the wall has won.

slumping against a hard surface
the numbness starts to fade
and pain surfaces.

hands red
knuckles bruised
we are reminded of love

thoughts emerge from the haze
emotions surface from the fog;
suddenly we see.

standing up,
we breathe
and we begin again.