“A friend once recommended I did a simple thing; I had to write a letter, not to be sent, not to be seen.
I had to write of all the things that were drowning my mind.
The things that did not allow me, to leave the pain behind.
And so I wrote of broken promises, of deceit and lies. Of the known person that became a stranger, and how that stranger chose to fly. Of disappointment and disbelief. Of shock and pain, of sorrow and grief.
I wrote of feeling unwanted, of abandonment and despair.
I wrote of fighting for family and for the love once shared.
I wrote of all the things that somehow were left unsaid.
Of the pain it causes to scream and not be heard.
I then burnt the letter,
just as my friend had said
I watched the flames consume every emotion, every feeling, every word. And when there was nothing, absolutely nothing left,
I picked up all the ashes and blew them all away.”
~ Laura Abolihttps://t.center/LauraAbolichannel