Trigger Warning

Awhile back,

I tried to slit my wrist.

With considerable force,

And a fast moving hand

Bearing a kitchen knife

I remember focusing my energy and watching the sharp blade glide across my skin- only for it to conform and compensate.

Was it a miracle or an anomaly?

Is it an accident or a gift?

My life.

Protected again by... fate?

Or just lucky?

This event, whilst considered with others,

Screams-

“Destiny awaits you”

Yet I can choose no path.

So is it a blessing or curse?

This purgatory

This journey with no destination

“Man plans. God laughs”

What is in store for me?

Dare I hope to know love again?

Am I strong enough?

To love, and be loved in return?

Love is strength...

Though you must be strong to earn it.

Fight pessimism.

That bitter self-defeating slippery slope

Smile into the chaos.

See how the pieces move

Watch the flames dance

As we are cast aside, ashen