Maybe Tonight

It was like a ache in her that seemed to never leave, the longing she felt when she looked up to the sky, wondering what it would be like to open her arms and fly.

The tears have all but embedded themselves in her pillow, cradling her head where her fears and whispered dreams, all her hopes and forgotten thoughts lay.

They swarm over her in the darkness like a blanket of cold truth as she lays still breathing slowly, trying not to let the tears break free, no, she thinks, not today please.

But she cries anyway, cries for the things that were, the things that are and the thing she fears will be.

Why, she cries out in her mind, why is my heart so broken, why can’t I just be free of this pain.

But she knows why, knows that she is the reason for this torture, she has trekked past the line and settled in pain like it was a friend, holding tight willing herself to not let go.

This is the only way I can feel, this is the only way I know how to live.

Battered and broken she sighs, whipping the tears from her drenched cheeks and curling up into herself, it’s just another day, just another night, just another fight I lost. She whispers caressing the bruised red skin along her arm, yes just another lost fight.

Even then, with her last breath of the day she thinks, maybe tonight I’ll be able to fly.