Angelwrath1

Through this land I walk with spirit broken, hands paralysed and voice silenced,

In dread i face the new day for I know not what it will bring, I am shackled in a prison of my own creation

The trauma of the past leaves me little comfort, reminiscence brings reminders, pangs resunate through my being, nighmarish images like ghosts remain

The future I cannot yet raise my head to view; without hope I see little repreive in the arms of one capable of so much infliction.

I dare to breathe, to search around for those things that will lighten this leaded weight within my soul.

Reach for beauty I must, for survival is what must be.

All I can wish: May the brightness of the sun and the wonders of the world again become a part of my reality.

So fleeting, so fragile is peace...

{AVATAR BY NENE THOMAS}