“Worry, my child. the world is surely ending.”
I grasp my stomach and fight to breathe. All that I can’t control is controlling me.
“Speak, quiet girl. They’ll never understand what you don’t explain.”
‘But it hurts’, I say. ‘Sometimes it’s just too much.’
“Don’t act like you didn’t ask for this”, it snears. “What you choose to ignore will always come back for you.”
I am all that matters. My life. My dreams. My heart.
“Repeat that to yourself, child. Again. Again.” it says. “You are all you have.”
As I fall asleep, the voice slowly fades away.
I take a breath
and I keep moving.