One could sense the inevitable pathos ... the rains the melancholy was making the air thick. On inhaling it was filling the lungs with some thing so dark and poisonous that she could sense the end was near. That was her only companion.. a companion she discovered in her early teens ... when she had no friends she would seek the company of her companion which she knew will never refuse. All those years when she was feeling lonely, weak, unsure.. the companion would be with her and give her solace. Her demons were such that they could not be shared with anyone and she had to fight them alone, hiding the truth from others but her companion knew the real her.
Years of personal insight had led to the self discovery, confidence, a new life but just like a secret well kept no one ever knew what had brought the change.. where did the inner resolve come from.? The source was unknown to all but her. Her companion would give her guidance and lay the foundations for family values, family bonding, and strength which can only come from your own flesh & blood.
Yet today she stands alone burying it in the deepest pit of her heart and the only thought that comes to her mind is "I have to let go of you to hold on to someone I love the most and is willing to let go of me for some one who they love the most". Although my dear companion you will always be there in my heart and I owe my life to you, I have to let go of you and go on without you. Dear self you no more exist until I turn into a hollow cast with no spirit and no thoughts to ensure that I survive. I am not a sacrificial lamb but I am the one who has decided to compromise to peaceful existence cause as long as you Live in me the self will always try to surface and I need to loose my identity to exist. This is new life for me a life without me lets see how it goes ..... the circle was complete years ago but the breaths are still to be accounted for.....
