A brief note: I updated the previous chapters a little bit so go check those out before you read this one!
Sunlight is poison to my eyes
Some days it is so hard to just wake up and force myself to live.
When Death lurks, he is the uninvited guest that long overstays his welcome
My heart has broken into an insurmountable amount of pieces
Like when a glass breaks and time freezes on the picture
All you see are slivers of glass, thin as hair, suspended in motion and you wonder
How is it possible that these delicate shards once made up a whole?
It seems impossible to simply get up and continue as if nothing had happened
But life happens
A broom gently ushers the broken glass into a pile and up into the garbage pail it goes
What remains is a little dust, but you would have never known such destructive activity had ever taken place
I want my heart to be like that
The clean after the crash.
Okay readers! First of all, I know this was a little unexpected, but if you've been paying attention, Hazel has talked about writing in her journal. Poetry. So much has been happening and she sort of needed a break to reflect. I wanted to try something different with this chapter. I'm a poet myself, so this is really me sort of stepping into Hazel's shoes and pouring my heart out the best I could. I hope you enjoyed this bit and more is coming soon!
And, as always, here's the quote for this chapter:
"My incapability to let people and things go will always remain as one of my greatest weaknesses."