‘Sunshine always follows storms’ they say. ‘Light follows darkness.’
A myriad of platitudes that cannot begin to fill the emptiness inside of me.
How can I have faith when invisible hands have grasped and clutched at my dreams, ripping them apart before smashing them into a million unfixable pieces?
Despair flows through my veins, pooling in places where love once sat. My hope now as blackened as the chasm in my soul.
‘You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.’
I cradle my heavy head with my hands and weep rivers for all I have lost.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – 100 words inspired by a photo prompt.