I Express Myself Through Writing

"Patches"


The Venetian blinds turned and opened up, allowing patches of light to flood in. She allowed it to bathe her face with the warmth as the evening sun settled in, she was pleased with what she felt.
Pleased with her determination, her decision made, she opened up the door to the outside. Baby steps, she thought to herself.
The first time in 6 months that the outside light had been allowed to mingle with the darkness in her home. She stepped through the doorway, to the outside world, and thoughts of the past haunted her, yet she couldn't turn back. It was time to face her fears, it was time to allow more than patches of light to touch her skin.


-Kelly.



"I'll Always Touch You"


I'll never forget that time, and what you did for me. I was hurting so bad, and for so long, I just grew numb. Inside and out, to myself and to others around me. I guess I had just given up, no more emotion, no more concern, no more tears. And you were there, by my side as always. I was empty, void of any more feeling, and I said to you, "I- I just don't know if I can take anymore." And you asked me back, "Take anymore what?" And I said back blankly, "Nothing. Not feeling nothing. I mean, sometimes I wish someone would just hit me. You know, just to feel something again."

Then you just hit me hard across the face. I was dumbfounded, and I reacted venomously, with gut-wrenching rage and tears streaming down my face, "You son-of-a-bitch! Don't you ever touch me again!"

And you looked at me with a sad smile and said, "I'll always touch you."

-Kelly.

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