The Guardians of My Past
"Suppression hides the wounds I bear, anxiety guards with constant care. Pain stands watch, a heavy guide, together they keep the dark inside. They shield my soul, they cloud my mind, these guardians neither cruel nor kind. Yet without them, I'd surely fall, Into the depths, consumed by all."
All I’ve ever truly wanted is to be loved without condition. But isn’t that what we all seek? When it’s not love, it’s the desire to harm those around us. It’s strange how, again and again, I’ve chosen love, resisting the pull of the darkness that threatens to consume me. There are many forms of darkness in this world, and while we can all break, the question is: how resilient is your heart? Once the heart gives way, there’s no reasoning left; only darkness remains. I’ve seen that emptiness in others who have hurt me. These beings are no longer human—the darkness in their eyes, the coldness in their touch. They are hollow, consumed by hatred, sadness, and pain, preying on the unbroken.
But there are others, too—beings not consumed by darkness, yet not entirely human. They have a different kind of power, one far more dangerous. They can wound you in the most painful way imaginable... through love.