A World Within

You’ll never see how broken I am. I don’t let people view that side of me. Not even those close are close enough to be let into my world, a ruined place where the skies are bathed in muddy maroon hues. A place thick with clouds full of unshed tears from years of restraining my sorrow—hiding the pain. The buildings are all rubbled and busted down to beams of rotting wood, broken glass left where windows once stood, and brick dust from foundations once indestructible. This is my place, my special nightmare. A solemn world built by pain, lies, and betrayal—masterfully crafted by those I trusted and loved. Each ruined monument an unpleasant memory seared into my mind and covered over with scars. The pieces of me stacked together in a delicate arrangement that threatens to shatter at the smallest whisper.

Behind a gorgeous smile and witty batter I hide my special place, and when the wind threatens to crumble me, I push back. For there is strength within those scarred patches, and resistance in my broken soul. I no longer shatter under the wind, but bend and sway with it’s chaos. No, you will never see how broken I am. That’s a secret I keep for myself, and use it as my greatest strength.