it ends
It begins
it closed
It opened
Wound opened, wound closed.
Breathe, in, breathe, out.
It tears, it breaks; it’s okay, it’s not.
You are noticed, you aren’t noticed.
You break, you get up.
It is a sound, it is silence.
It’s black, it’s white.
It’s a virgin, it’s a whore.
You’re bad/you’re good.
You leap/you collapse.
It’s starving/it’s full.
Agony lends itself much to our limited perspective, it gives us the power to see our own place in
The grand scale of humanity.
They say pain is weakness leaving the body.
But agony is not pain.
It’s like a person you have lived with for so long, lurking behind you,
More than a shadow,
Sitting next to you in church,(bar, school, work, park)
In your words
Your laugh
Your smile
Your tears in your locked bathroom
Your voice inside your head
The way you walk
The way you make someone feel better
The way you tear someone down
The way you laugh at an unfunny joke
And then laugh out loud later because something came up that
Was your sense of humor,
The way you
Just aren’t you anymore.
And the person you’ve live with so long,
That sounds like you
And runs and walks and washes the dishes,
Melds and cracks and repels,
Because finally letting in that bit of healing will expose
All of it
And you can’t let that happen,
So it drains, little by little
Beginning, ending.
Agony is not pain.
Agony is pain.
It’s the process of Hope,
And the process of Fear.
So, let me hold your hand
And we will see this through,
A beautiful, winding, dichotomous
Story—
One that dares to write an ending that continues,
And opens up everything entirely,
To master the strain of Agony’s conflicting
Rip of opening
And closing.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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