The Purpose.

She hadn’t felt this high since way back in the 90’s. How time flies and sure she’s feeling a bit old, but you would have never known the pain that rounded her shoulders and made her feel like streaks of invisible ink. Waiting to be drawn back in and able to breathe without thinking of anything significant. No longer feeling a freak and hiding it behind half a smile but if you scrutinised her up closer you didn’t see any laughter lines just concealer and the slightest henna stains of cold tea bags left on her bed side table.  

Her go to diy hack to decompress the puffiness of shedding to many tears over the years when she really didn’t feel anything just a tinge of melancholy which felt like solitary confinement. Now she sighs with genuine relief as she hears only. silence that had grown from needing to much now she only needs herself and she’s finally found happiness and peace. It grows you know in the dark as it needs a purpose, and it was not to bring her down but to make her rise. She wouldn’t be flying like a kite to meet the sun had the darkest not embraced her.