She opens her eyes
Tastes the poison on her lips
Feels overwhelmingly defeated before she begins
There are voices
Telling her
Another day to face
And it wont bring her any joy
Her feet slide off the bed
She wills herself to pray
Help Me
Her eyes open just a bit wider
The smell of coffee drifts from the kitchen
Oh help is on the way
Breathing helps
Walking helps
Step by step the voices fade
The house is silent
The walls keep her sleeping loved ones safe
She opens up a familiar book
Bound with leather
Filled with enough hope to fill the never ending void in her heart
An open hole that continue to receive the infinite amount of hope and love that pours from every page
There is no resistance to her now
Her body sways to a melody found in the creaking floors beneath
Her fingers swim in scolding hot water that she uses to clean the dishes
And she adds a bit of lavender soap because she loves the way it smells
This is the way He swoons her
This is her great romance
Of comfort and strength and safety
Flooding her with gratitude for every chore that threatens her each morning
To just close her eyes and pretend she cant do it today
These voices never win even when she is too weak to whisper
Submission Name: whispers
