The tears
They stream down my face.
On a breakdown verge.
An… Apocalypse
Of the mind
Shattered pieces of life
Ashes
Something is heard through my sobbing…
Hearing myself as a child.
Screaming at me…
Screaming through space and time
At the top of her lungs
Through the years of pain and anguish
She screams.
“Keep going! Your almost there!”.
I hear her…
and I turn away from my nightmare….
wipe my chin*
“Thank you”.
I say back to her…
And place one more step
And then another…
Towards the concept…
The idea…
Of freedom…
And all of its glory.
-Nina
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