The lightening hits unexpectedly, and it’s over within a flash…but the after shock – it resonates, of distant memories from the past.
The world was always cruel but in 2010 it took a turn, trusted so many people and all they seemed to do was sit back and watch me burn.
The boy who would force with words he claimed were ‘love’. The boy who couldn’t understand no, the simplest of words.
The boy who didn’t care, about everything he was given. And the boy who took it all…didn’t care for what was forbidden.
Vulnerable and weakened. Taken advantage, for granted…used, abused and worse.
Underserving of anything that could be love.
The world was once so cruel but in 2017 it took a turn. Lightening, ever unexpected, and an after shock that resonates, shaking right to the bones.
With every step moved forward, memories try to push it back. But with every step there’s a friend with a hand or hug – bringing new memories to replace the past. They bring out the smile and they pull out laughter from under the cracks. They hold a hand when its needed most and carry when its hard to stand.
One day you suddenly realise that, those distant memories of past…the ones that used to scream, and shout and tear apart…that’s all they are…distant memories of past. Still there. Still echoing at the back. But an echo nonetheless, are those distant memories of past.
And the one who gives a kiss, he turns the echo into a whisper. The one who stays on the phone all night, she brings laughter to beat the pain. The one who’s always there, giving endless hugs galore, she makes the world spin once more.
Distant memories of past that helped to shape the mould. Built the walls and dungeons, created that Demon war. Screaming. Shouting. So much pain. But distant memories of the past, they also shaped a path.
A path to more. A path back to who once was, who never left. Who can stand ever so tall.
Hand in hand with those who love, those who deserve, those, to whom, I give my all.