I walk down the road; my friends swarm around me full of effervescence. Their jubilance shining.
It's any other normal day.
No one notices. Notices her despondency which envelops her, making her heartbreak and her eyes prick with tears. No one notices the malevolent darkness that she shoves deep down inside, the abyss of black; the cold, hard black that serves as her hope and jubilance. No one notices except me...
She is always wearing a coat to hide what's really inside. A coat that lets her laugh and joke, when there's nothing left to smile about. A coat that lets her fit in. Only when she's alone can she let out her distraught, let the reality smack her in the face. Because she thinks no one would understand. I would understand...
She lives a tedious lie, but what happens if she gets too exhausted and empty to live this lie? What if it gets too much and she gives up?
It's any other normal day.
A normal day until she tips over the edge. All that's built up bursts. Her coat is snatched from her and she's left frigid and despairing. She steps up onto the edge, shaking all over with trepidation, but the forlorn that looms relentlessly knows what's coming. She wants to leave behind the ponderous rock that holds her back and fly free.
I try to grab her and hold on, as her body relaxes accepting her fate. Hold on as she tips forward to spread her pure wings. And her knees bend, pushing off from our repugnant Earth to find someplace that deserves her. Where she can be jubilant. I try to hold on as her pure wings fail and she plummets, but my fingers slip, because no one understands.
And I'm falling.
