Friday, 15 May 2015

15th May 2015

I sit quietly and allow in the pain, accepting her presence.  Each day she changes, shape and sound but never size.  She is not diminishing with time, she stretches out into the void she has created within me.  We sit together, bound by a commitment to change.  Not by want but by need. 

She throbs gently, persistently, relentless.  If I let her she begins to sneak through every vein and vessel, voracious in her desire to fill, to command, to own.  She believes it is her duty, her right, that I am here merely to fulfil and satisfy her craving.  It can never happen, I will not let it happen.

I am more than this; I am fitter, stronger.  I will fight her, she knows that I will.