Dark

It all so dark. My room and my walls. My heart is pounding. It's beating is a noise. I'm still. Like a corpse. But my eyes are opened. And I'm seeing the dark. I can see through the dark. Feeling it all around me, covering me. Like a black ink. Comforting me. It's like a cover, a blanket. So soothing. My eyes don't blink. I enjoy darkness's company. Its a friend who never leaves me. And I get up from bed. Moving in a robotic manner. I get up and dance. Dancing alone. I still don't feel anything. It's just me and the darkness around me. And I'm dancing. With my both arms opened. It's me.. Dancing in the darkness.
TiredOfRunning TiredOfRunning
18-21, F
1 Response Jan 19, 2013

Friday, 15Feb2013/1:51 AM. I'm sorry about the horror & pain you went thru. I "loved" your story above...very poetic. I just added you to my Circle of friends. I was sexually abused by my mother (& was gang-raped in highschool). Your story explained how I felt for the 4 or 5 yrs I was abused. Especially: "...I'm still. Like a corpse. But my eyes are opened. And I'm seeing the dark. I can see through the dark. Feeling it all around me, covering me. Like a black ink. Comforting me. It's like a cover, a blanket....." Because of the abuse, I learned quickly to disassociate, to travel out of the innocent body that was being violated by my mother, & travel to some wonderful & safe places in the world, throughout the vast universe, esp. other parallel universes.

Tomorrow, I plan (hopefully...I've been real sick physically) to check out your other stories, & what groups we share.

Appreciatively, Heathland {:-{)> (<<

Thanks Friend. Be blessed.