Blinding White
The dark approaches, she thinks
as her breath comes back to choke her
and the list of her failures runs —
an old school movie reel —
all stops and starts and static,
stopping at the most embarrassing moments,
as she relives the humiliation,
the knowing that every person she knows
is sniggering behind her back,
reliving her falls every time they see her…
She tries to take solace
in food, in books, in loving arms
but nothing can push away the weight
that has settled on her chest…
She tries to delve deeper
to find her centre, to find inner peace
But the more she digs beneath the dark,
all she finds are
spaces of blinding white emptiness —
scars left over from previous visits…
glaring
mirroring
her emptiness
back at her
This is a response to Jake’s prompt. Love this one, Jake. Thank you 😃
