APEN
i. The bridge is so high, and the waters below it turmoil like the thoughts roiling inside your skull, nesting in the crevasses of your spine, filling up your mind like fluid. You yearn for the final embrace of the unforgiving water. Your survival grants you nothing but malcontent and toxic belief; the numbness twisting your thoughts and dwelling in your nerves ties ropes and manipulates knives.
ii. Anger, anger, anger – green-eyed passion, brown-eyed sorrow, blue-eyed anguish. You cannot. Not today, not now. You want to go, but it is not yet over. Red lines turned silver, mental scars closing – life. Life in your hands; it is small, clean, and happy to be alive, happy to see you; she loves you. Melly. Bitterness is a worm that devours backbone; you begin to let yours go.
iii. You remain. You close your eyes each night and you wake up each morning; you are surrounded by people who care. Maybe you have to convince yourself that waking up is worth it. Maybe you still close your eyes when you see a sharp tool. But you are returning – you are healing – there is life, and there is hope.