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Sometimes life deals you such a harsh blow that despite the desire to stand, you find yourself tumbling to the ground. You lie there in the dirt with the dust of your descent still billowing up in clouds around you, and you realize that nobody has noticed or cared that you are no longer standing. They trample past, irritated that they must move around the dead weight lying in their way, but none stop to offer any help. They consider you gone already.
This is the point where every creature will choose either to cling to hope more tightly than ever, or to forfeit it completely. To cease caring means nothing more can hurt you. But to surrender hope, whether you are horse or human, takes a steady toll on the spirit: little by little the indifference will hollow you out into nothing more than an empty shell.
Pearl had become one of those empty shel
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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