la vida aspira

-Thursday, September 14, 2006

She stayed at home, nursed her wounds, sat home alone at night, and cried often.
It was as though all the life had gone out of her, all the joy and excitement and passion.
She felt as though she were in a dark tunnel, lost in the darkness.
Everything she had hoped for and loved and trusted had been taken from her.
She was like a naughty child who had been punished.
For her poor judgement and foolish ways, she had been given an adult sentence, and put to death, or so she felt.
She didn't deserve either the punishment he meted out to her, nor the abuse she heaped on herself afterward, and nothing anyone could do or say made it right for her again.
She had opened places in herself to him that had never seen light and air and love before, and had never known human touch.
And when he shut the door on them, and on her, he created wounds that she had been trying to shield herself from all her life.
Worse yet, he had reopened every wound she'd ever had, while creating more.

10:02 pm