Heavy breathing,
uneven rise and fall of her chest, the pounding of her heart, sweat beads on
her forehead, hands clasped together, her whole shaking body, teary eyes and
her habit of biting the lower lip explains it all…
Anxiety..Nervousness.. Fear?
She’s scared, afraid of what ifs and may bes, the
thought of being abandoned is too frightening for her, being left behind and
having to face the backs of her loved ones is her worst fear, a fear that’s
taking over her whole being this moment..
Knowing it’s not real, they’re just what ifs and may bes ,
just her negative thoughts, her fears and phobias..
Knowing they’re nothing but
assumptions , nothing but one of her mind’s stupid games, knowing as a matter
of fact that it’s something far from reality..
It’s just a nightmare.. one she can easily wake up from and forget about…
Yet unable to shake it off, unable to rattle off those
baseless thoughts, unable to resist the pressure of those splashing waves of
worries hitting her face mercilessly, unable to stand firmly as gushes of
strong apprehensions slap her face ruthlessly, unable to leave the suffocating
darkness of uncertainties surrounding her petite, trembling existence…
She stands there shakily, waiting for that certain presence..
That specificly familiar voice..
“Everything will be alright baby girl, your daddy’s right
here”..
A voice that spreads warmth through her shivering body..
A voice that’ll scare off all those evil shadows from approaching
her..
That unique voice will bring her back to reality, give her strength
to hang on and face everything head on…
Till when does she have to wait?!
Only time knows that…….
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