The abyss inside me grows, Day by day, Until I fear I may be engulfed by it. I no longer want to be haunted by this innate sadness. Where the ghosts of my past lurk in the darkness feeding on my soul. Slowly piece by piece I’ve become altogether dismantled into fragments which won’t fit back together. Am I my undoing? Powerless, I stand back watching these gremlins feast on the most precious & intimate parts of me. Is this the price I must pay for endless giving and outpouring of love? Love is like giving someone a loaded gun and asking them not to shoot you. My black hole has become a beacon to the takers. Like moths to a flame. Together they bare witness to the ruins they leave behind. As I lay down my head their coldness envelopes me, bestowing upon me some twisted comfort from their reliable gluttony. Remember Thor takers have no limits. They will bleed you dry.
Orkney Fibromyalgia Sufferer 