Once upon a time, so long ago that she could hardly remember when, she had hope for great beginnings, her eyes glimmered with life, her soul danced for love and her heart lived to give.
However, now, after all was said and done, she has nothing, nothing at all, nothing but words.
And though words are plenty and they are her game, sometimes they are just not enough.
And this is when she finds a corner in her flooded mind, to sit and count the countless tears and aches, if only for a while, before the tide takes her in again.
She longs for words to be daggers that can rip away the sadness that engulfs her completely and continuously, day in, and day out.
She yearns for the power to turn words into swords to fight off the memories disguised in dragons that come attacking her, from every side and direction.
If only words could replace all she was missing, if only they could bring her back her smile and promise her a better tomorrow.
But she’s not a child any more, she’s a woman and sadly, she knows better now.
And since she only writes in extreme moments of happiness or pain, all she could do now is write, more words, knowing that these words won’t really make a difference even if they are heard, or even felt… The fight will always be hers alone; they are her experiences and it is her pain, hers alone.