The Aching Truth

The truths begin trickling in, but soon the tiny stream is a rushing, raging river welling up. It slams into the walls of realizations.

She is paralyzed by the forces at work within, powerless to stop them, so she allows them to well up and escape her lips.

She isn't quite sure how much time has passed, but she notices after a while that the rush has begun to slow down. Soon it has become little more than an occasional drop.

She inhales fully, comfortably, peacefully, and begins to move forward.