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I was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.

I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake, my daughter's sake. Instead, I fell to pieces when it came to protecting her, felt the weight of a foot my stomach's size and realised that there was little justice in the under heart of a broken man.

I was armed with broken experiences, episodes of heartfelt sorrow and fragility that made my therapist question my mental balance. The burdens of my past were shouldered by the weakness in my knees, a shaking they associated with post traumatic stress and eyes that would better belong on the face of a much older woman. I was twenty two. Idealism, familial ties and too many a cruel woman had found its place squarely between our bed and hearts. I loved him too easily. It took time, the loss of two more children and six months of healing before I realised the truth. No one told me that love was connected with veins and veins with the life that was only lent to us for a short while before it was reclaimed by the ones who gave it to us.

You called me weak. Alone. Sad. Because I had tried to trust despite myself, learned to love beyond my abilities, reached for the stars when my feet were rooted to the ground. And for a while, a short while, I believed you. I made the sadness a habit. I made you a habit. And I was yours out of habit. And a habit is not a good thing. Good things do not hurt you, or make you feel guilty...or break your heart. Habits are vices. And they follow you around for the rest of your life.

I was yours out of habit. But habits can be easily broken. I choose to break the habit.

I choose freedom. Do your worst, I dare you. For this time, I am armed with clear eyes, a soul that is my sword and a full heart.
They say bad things happen in threes.
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Xeadas Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I absolutely loved this piece. It's beautiful.
Helix7 Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2012
this, brings me memories of my horrible past; but in a pensive way
coconatsu Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2012  Student General Artist
"I made the sadness a habit. I made you a habit."
Thank you for writing this... your words are so captivating, inspiring...and simply beautiful. :heart:
unread-story Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
this is perfect in such a special way. nobody deserves to be happy more than you do, and that's my wish for you.
Kailani-e Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Her past was twisted.
Her face was torn.
A lifetime of hurt upon her heart.
Today, I saw her
Buying groceries
With the ghosts of children
That she once held
Sorrow twisted marks upon her skin
She stood
Her back was straight
Her hair was clean
Her face bright
Her eyes alight
And more than that
She wore
The one thing that befitted her most
A smile.
And with that
I turned on my own light.
And whispered words she wished she had
To the air
T the ghost
To a dream
That one day
Would be hers.
Stay strong. We missed you.
Big-The-ED Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2012
Maybe this isn't the right place to ask, but it's on my mind - all your stuff is labeled "flash fiction & vignettes". I'm more than certain by the content and feeling of all your writing, and the 'artist comments' afterwords, that you've no doubt been on the ass end of tragedy, but I never know what's actually happened to you; how much is 'just a story' versus what is an actual account of what's happened in your life.
Arisa324 Featured By Owner May 30, 2012
I don't think I can find the words to describe this piece...

I'm glad to see that you're doing better :hug:
xXxFallenDreamerxXx Featured By Owner May 29, 2012
I can't find enough words in my being to leave a comment appropriate for this. I'm glad you're deciding to turn your past into something positive. I wish I could do the same, but right now, I just can't. You have inspired me though. I'm now totally determined to get better. Not just for my sake, but for the sake of everyone I care about. Thank you :hug:
LightOverpowers58 Featured By Owner May 29, 2012  Student Writer
Well, I hate to say I told you but..... I told you so.... You were always so much stronger than you thought you were, although now I think you are finally realizing the power you wield in your words, your pictures, and most of all your heart.

So yea, most people don't like being told I told you so (I know I don't) but in this case I think I'll say it anyways....

And you missed us? Ha, I'm pretty sure we missed you a million times more.

Keep believing in yourself and the power of hope and faith.
13th-ZodiaK Featured By Owner May 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
We missed you too, even if you make us cry ;)

On a happier note, it is my solemn belief that everything turns out well in the end. Then again, the end may be further off than you think. But still.
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