I carelessly dove head first into the deep ocean of sorrow that I created with my own tears.
Everything I thought I had, I lost and all that was left now were endless waves of memories and regrets. My body was weak, my heart was broken and my soul had lost it's faith. Allowing my body to go limb I sink deeper into the darkness. I now refuse to fight for my life instead I allow my lungs to be filled with the liquid of my own pain.
I embrace the pressure of the heaviness around me and sink deeper into the abyss.
As the darkness slowly took over my whole being, hope kindly whispered in my ear awakening the fighter who I had denied myself from for so long. With the last ounce of the life left in me I frantically begun to swim toward the shimmering light at the top the ocean. The warrior inside of me refused to allow me to sink.
In an an attempt to breath again I am reminded of my constant companion. The shadow of the woman I once was. The woman with a pure soul. The woman whom I long to be again.
Today, I am blinded by the beauty of tomorrow. I can now feel my soul reaching to the heavens above, towards the reflection of who I use to be. The day will come when I finally reach my tomorrow and my wounds will turn into scars and those scars will turn into memories... memories of experiences that turned me into the woman that I was born to be.
