A mess as it grows.

Starts out as a small problem.

Slowly getting bigger.

There isn't an action that can't make it worse.

Like oxygen to a flame

Everything engulfed.

Scorching as it grows.

Everything not ruined, damaged.

Scarred.

Frozen,

Staring at the reckage you've created.

Saviors only come when it's too late.

What is seen cannot be unseen.

You'd give anything to have the memories erased.

Fall to your knees.

Tears stream down your cheeks.

The hardest thing you'll ever do is get up.

It's easier to hurt than to heal.

The things that are ruined cannot heal at all.

And it becomes a question if you'll ever heal too.

You'd rather take any other emotion available to you than to be where you are.

Every part of you becomes heavier than the heaviest weight that anyone could lift.

And your muscles would never have enough stamina.

You know that this is the point where your mind has to choose how to deal.

You can go in any path you want.

Anger.

Denial.

Sadness.

Grief.

It doesn't take much to walk in a direction.

Any direction but here.

Human dignity + compassion = Peace.