I took a walk mid watching ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ for the 3rd time, to ease a sudden panic attack. I thought perhaps I was responding to the movie and the rather sad story, but as soon as I picked up my phone all I could think to write was…
For each breathless, chest clenching and heart wretching anxiety attack I suffered at the memory of the hurt you generously supplied to me.
For the days when my legs failed to carry me out of these four walls that suffocate me because the pins and needles had almost become visible.
For the tears I watched my mother shed because her heart bleeds when my skin breaks.
For the humiliation of giggly girls and boys who aged only in years and inflate your ego with falacies.
For the days when I forgot how to pray… I hope I learn to forgive.
I pray to forget