I woke up again. I had stood and cursed the reflection in abominable terms. Yet, with morning my eyes had opened again.
I felt a burn rage inside me. It eats me alive, it burns, it rages. Yet the fire doesn’t kill me.
I felt waves crashing inside me. My lungs forsake air and soak up the sorrow of the waves. But, they don’t drown me.
The winds of change constantly blow the weakest threads of faux happiness away. Yet, the grief refuses to take me.
My bones refuse to work with the earth. They refuse to support me. Yet, I’m destined to go on.
There are unstoppable forces of nature exhibiting unspeakable acts of violence in me. But, I drown them all in suffering. Such is my curse.