The Silence

There was a time when cries for help remained unanswered.
They were so loud inside the body that they permeated her whole life.

Silent, they seemed
to stay.
Echoing, vibrating, never turning
into words.

The reverberations of those prayers to no god, to no person, to nowhere, were muffled in the void of solitude.

And they came
as all things,
always, do.

They were water, fire, and blood. Darkness, pain, and hopelessness. And, ultimately, death.

But as it is well known, the cycles end and start anew. And once you hit rock bottom, you get up again and are reborn.

Even if your eyes
do not open
until you are high
one more time.

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