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The Forest

Running through the forest

Anything to stop the talking

Constant voices, distressed

Keep me running instead walking

Trees like adults stand tall

Closing in and cast darkness

I look up, so frail, so small

Shivering from the coldness

Keep running – is there a way out?

Trees so hard and dense

What happens if I shout?

What comes makes no sense

I came to stop the talking

To escape the past and truth

They follow me, stalking

My mania is the hard proof

The darkness closes in tightly

I stop to a panicked trot

Black as when eyes closed tightly

Will this be where I rot?

Tiredness pulls me in

This forest my demise

Punishment for all kinds of sin

That weren’t even mine

Legs buckle – here I fall

Buried by this coffin of wood

This last breath, my curtain call

In this forest I’m understood

My eyes close ready for sleep

When suddenly there’s a breeze

Gentle and calmly upon me it creeps

My lungs no longer wheeze

Heat embrace me – firm yet tender

As my eyes open I see it clear and bright

The sun floods as the darkness surrenders

My eyes flood at the sight

I made it through the tunnel

Beyond darkness, pain and despair

Finally I can stand beautiful and tall

Finally saved by the sun’s glare


My body remains on the sidelines watching, while my mind roams around the room, taking in the world around her. I am a wallflower. There could be two reasons for this: It could be due to me being an introvert or just that I am a Cancerian! I’m Cece Alexandra and I am so honoured that you’ve been led to delve into my thoughts here in this blog! I would describe myself as a Wallflower which is why I use words to express my deepest – and sometimes darkest - thoughts. Words have always been my strongest method of expressing myself. Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, however life and circumstances chipped away at my confidence until there was nothing left. Without words, I could no longer express myself. I am also Epileptic. Since being diagnosed, I have realised that my deepest fear is the day I am finally on my deathbed, haunted by the overwhelming regret that I never achieved my God-given potential. This realisation forced me to take a step of faith and put myself out there. Yes it makes me vulnerable, however within the process I not only want to be an inspiration to myself; I want to be an inspiration to other women – to be whatever you want to be. Embrace the fear and doubt and utilise that as the fuel you need to push through! Life is for living to the fullest. Life is for loving, for living true to yourself and to the people around you. Life however, can also be crippling, dark and overwhelming. But you are not alone. This thought alone is what will help you get up from the ground.

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