The Wheel Of Misfortune

It will get better. It will get better. It will get better. It will get better. I whisper to myself as I lie curled up on the bed. There are no fights going on in the house. There is no painful circumstance that i find myself in. There is nothing that should be causing me sadness or anxiety. yet in my mind, everything is disintegrating. my life is a mess, nothing will ever be alright. i will never succeed, and worst of all, nobody will care. in my mind, every fear of mine has realized, every boggart of mine has crept out of the closet, is taking up shape, and is creeping towards me with every passing moment. there are several people i could talk to, but very few that would make me feel better. every light in my house is on and the temperature is perfect, but my heart is sinking lower and lower into the endless pit of darkness. there is an inner me that is shaking with terror, surrounded by faceless monsters about to engulf her. and there is absolutely no e...

she walked the expanse of the desert barefoot,  behind her, she dragged a bloodied sword,  her feet burnt against the parched and cracked earth  and her head ached under the unforgiving sun,  but she didn't feel it all she felt was the blood on her hands,  and her dress, the red blotched on the colourful ghaghra her payal rang out in the silent afternoon and  finally, she found what she was looking for - a tree she was traded she was pushed aside she was mistreated and the worst part was that she thought perhaps it was deserved she thought that it was her fault that her father died soon after her birth,  that her mother had to remarry for her sake,  but it didn't seem like a fault at the time,  her step father was a good man,  he was fine....until she died,  Radha's mother left her as abruptly as her father had,  left her all alone, and even though there were crowds at her house days ...