There is always one.

Written 29/11/09

I can't see through the tears,
I don't know why I'm even brushing my teeth.
Am i getting myself ready to be presented to God?

My minds screaming and wailing in pain.
I don't even want to stop crying anymore.
It just happens. The stabbing pain in my gut just keeps throbbing, keeps my breath breaking.

I can't see my face in the mirror, the tears blind me,
but my hands still find the soap.
They still gently wash my tear soaked face with soft, warming water.
They still search for and find the towel to dab my face dry before the tears soak it again.
My blind eyes cant even see my glasses but my steady hands always find them.

My mind shakes uncontrollably, my breath comes in painful sobs but my legs stand strong.
My hands dress me, ready for sleep.
My fingers turn on and off lights.
My legs guide me to bed.
My eyes always releasing their tears.

My hands take the bobble down and smooth my hair around my face.
They pull the covers over my body and hide me away.
Now i can cry into my pillow as my knees curl up to my chest, my arms covering my breaking heart. Protecting, stopping me from falling apart.

My mind maybe screaming, my heart feels as if its dieing but my body keeps going.


"There is always one part of you that can keep going."