In and out of focus. It's hard for her to stay focused.
Having been consumed by the life she's led.
Is it the past that haunts her, the unknown future that taunts her or the present that keeps her in bed.
The flower she had once vowed to protect, given in a moment she now regrets.
So her only comfort is to imagine death.
A dark existence, not tainted by the mistakes she's made on her long journey to the end.
Existence of peace, where she's no longer burdened by the songs of heartache moving swiftly within her head.
No existence at all, an absence of dread.
"Will this always be my life?" A question prevalent in her thoughts.
She wonders this, now that she's been through it all.
But isn't life where we encounter the worst of demons only to come out strong.
Situations not asked for, opportunities allowing compassion for ourselves to be born.
A chance to understand that in our darkest hours, we can always find the power to push through on our own.
She soon came to know this.
And once she knew this, her life began to know it.
Until there was no trace of loss left.
And her heart grew to encompass the better things life had to offer next.
I wrote this a few months back at a time where a close friend of mine had life thrown at her seemingly all at once. One thing I admired about her was that though she would go to some dark places, she would continuously seek happiness and light.
I've always been known as quite a pessimistic person (I'm not exactly proud of it but oh well). However, when I wrote this, I wanted there to be a bit of hope and light in the future. If not for my sake then for my friend's. She deserves that much.
Sorry, this is all very long :) well done if you made it down here.