Point of no return
#Point_of_no_return
When is enough, enough?
How long can I carry this soul dispersing cross on my back, how long, is long enough?
How far should I be restricted by these shackles on my legs, how long can I drag it and how far should I reach?
When there's not enough strength in me to fight anymore?
When my body shuts itself or when I drop dead? When the daily building-up bruises on my legs eventually cuts off my legs?
When I can't drag myslef any further than to my grave?
Who should rescue me, when and how?
When I'm dripped with tubes in ICU?
When I'm laying numb, motionless, facing up in a casket?
When I'm voicless, pain having taken all that I was?
Who salvages me to my suicidal thoughts, who keeps tabs on me, when all I do is cry. Scapegoating myslef for everything wrong happening.
When I see no wrong in always being one at err.
When I self internalized fear of what will people say.
When will my voice matter, my internal feelings,
my pain,
my sorrows and
my dilapidated fending strength?
Should I wait for death to rescue me to peace?
Should I wait until nothing of me left to show I'm at a point of no return.
What about those I love, those I live for, my purpose on this earth? Those who look up to me, those who leans on me, those whom my presence matters most to?
At this point, I have exhausted all my returning chances, all my silence, that would one day silence me to my grave. At this point its either death or liberty. A point where a decision dictates whether I live to tell or die without word.
At this point, this ultimatum decides my fate, the fate of those dear to my heart, fate of my sanity, my health and my purpose to this earth.
At this point I'm obligated, strangled by fear, in dungeons of public perceptions. At this point I chose me, I chose life, I chose my health and my sanity, I choose to embrace the love of those who does so unequivocally so, at this point of no return, I chose to return to life, to peace, to love and self value. I chose to return to fight blood and nails, until my soul is salvaged, at this point of no return, I return
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