The rocks her redemption from her pain
She stands willing herself to fall
Grass soft with mildew clinging stubbornly
Wind howling wildly, whispering to her inner self
Spilling the secrets she was hiding from
Happiness lost to the breeze
Scenery captured on a postcard
Tranquil, peaceful, hopeful
So unlike her life, turbulent, full of pain
Thoughts turning to her loved ones
They hate her now, no going back
They would surely be better without her draining them
Suffocating them with her problems
Anaesthetising her fervent ache repeatedly
Wishing it to bring the relief that never came
Tears stinging her face, memories from the past haunting
Nothing worth the pain of trying, failing to salvage bridges broken
Friendships lost forever, like ships at sea, no co-ordinates
She peers once more over the edge, ready to make it right
The only way she knows how
The ground, the rocks frighten her, but she can not go back
She doesn’t deserve their forgiveness, their compassion
Drowning in her pity, her hate, dormant conscious relents no more
Stones disturb as she starts her decent to oblivion
Smiling, ready to embrace the end
Now she does not have to live with what she did
She has to endure the eternities with it instead
A realisation coming all too late
The smile jumps from her lips
Recoiling
Fading
The rocks break her fall
