As I stood looking out through the glass,
Into the moving traffic,
The commotion of the crowd,
All I could hear was my heart beating,
This moving traffic, was suddenly motionless,
The commotion of the crowd fell on silent ears,
As I tried to move, I was glued to the ground,
Paralyzed in that moment,
The one that had made all things come to an abrupt halt,
As I tried, tried, tried again, to move,
I couldn’t,
All I could feel was the sensation of droplets falling down from the river in my eyes,
In that moment,
When time did not exist,
When the world outside was not real,
The realization of how much pain I had within my soul,
Pain buried so deep, that it became an ***** within my body,
This ***** had now reached the point of no return,
It had deteriorated into small pieces, which ran through my blood stream,
Infecting, harming and hurting me,
And as I stood looking out through the glass,
I realised that in that moment, I stood not as a whole person,
But someone who was broken from within,
Someone who was responsible for the little pieces that now made up who they were,
Someone who now stood still, paralysed by a pain, which was no longer curable,
Sentenced to life, within her own body cell.