UNTITLED.

8years.

Pain loomed around me. She was proud of herself.
I had begged mum to let me leave school; i preferred to be homeschooled. I would be good. Would give it my all. She wasnt having it.
The pain won. She grinned.

16years
Hurt took over. Insecurities. Anxiety. The usual.
Shame too. My teacher hit me so hard over something i didn't do. (Hmpf🙄)
The feelings, they won. They gathered, and they grinned.

18years.
Disappointment, she had her turn too. A paper i always excelled at, except when it mattered the most. (😒) I did not think i would move past it.
She grinned.

20years.
Heartbreak.😂 She won. Gruelling. Consistent. Gut-wrenching. The feeling is odd...vague now, but it changes you.
Anyway. She grinned too. She joined the gathering, and they grinned.

A victory dance of sorts.

Overhead, grief smirked at the dance below. It was all child's play. A hurricane was coming. Permanently.

And boy, would it be life-altering.