Nicole Johnson

Gazing out of the window,
My mind wandering.
Thoughts begin to process, yet nothing comes easily.
I watch as the children begin to laugh and play, wishing a smile would form upon my face.
I can feel it, feel the sudden unease of the fight within me.
Closing my eyes I dream, dream of the place I wish I could go.
Anywhere far, far away from here.
I’ve watched my life flash before my very eyes.
The fairy tale of a lover once scorned seeking to find the purity of the angel who spread its wings.
Fly,fly little wing.
Fly where only the angels sing.
A song once pure, yet now tainted with the deceit that throws itself at my feet.
“Kneel,” it tells me, a voice spoken no higher than a mere whisper.
The trembles sink in as my body absorbs the poison of artificial numbing.
I feel no pain any longer as the voices subside and a swirl of dizziness appears a moment too late.
The lights turn out.
“At peace,” it whispers.
Anguish no more.