Sometimes she just wants to scream
Until her throat turns raw and her voice disappears.
Life's walls crumble, shrink, close in on her.
She's tired, worn, aged time and beyond.
Nowhere to turn.
No arms in which to find solace.
No heart to match hers, beat for beat.
No breath to feel upon her cheek.
No hands to catch the tears she wishes she was able to shed.
No one to keep her from screaming.
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to find that it was vanity. But dreamers of day are dangerous men, that they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible."
(T.E. Lawrence)
"You will travel through the valley of rejection, you will reside in the mourning mists, and you will find your way home, though it will not be where you left it." (The Starter Wife)
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