“Oh, Darling” Fiction. Based on a True Look at a Broken Girl

“The love story is falling in love with yourself.” –Julia Price

“Oh, Darling”

Fiction. Based on a True Look at a Broken Girl

By K.E.A

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional

The constant lies bear down on you

And you bow under their weight.

You put on their chains

Clothe yourself in their inky shrouds.

It becomes so thick that you no longer see the truth.

The light is lost in the noise.

Sinking, sinking until you can’t breathe.

What is the point if there is no hope in pressing on?

How do you find that hope again?

Why not vanish underneath the toxic clouds being spewed around you?

But don’t you see you are worthy of breath?

There’s a song written on your heart only you can sing.

Even broken glass reflects beauty.

Your soul is tired

Your mind is tired

You are tired

But there is still fight left in you, darling.

Fight back even if you have to crawl forward.

Keep on until you can stand again.

Healing is painful.

The light burns when you’ve spent so long in the dark.

But remove the rocks and thorns from the hard ground

Allow space for new growth.

Protect those seeds of truth until they grow, darling.

Sometimes you need to be dragged across the battlefield by others

Carried to safety so you can pull the shrapnel out.

Every wound heals eventually.

The scars map how far you have come.

Every tear a reminder that you are alive.

Whoever told you that the night will never end

Or that the dawn will never come was a liar.

Raise your battle cry louder than the doubts and pain.

If it is a whisper or a shout

Let it ring out.

Even when you don’t feel like a fighter

Sitting alone with your thoughts

Broken by the pain in your heart.

You are strong in your weakness, darling.

You have tried to take up the smallest amount of space

But, darling, you are a mighty presence

One that can’t be contained.

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