(Featured Image: courtesy of Princess Kay)
A longing to live!
I knew it was only a matter of time before I start to cry. So I plugged the hole in my heart and stopped breathing.
It will be for just for a while until this storm is over, I said to myself.
But just a little later, I realized I was dying and began to panic.
I screamed so hard that my lungs almost blew up. But everyone looked away and quickened their pace towards the bushy ramp that leads to the great lake.
There was no one else within hearing distance. I was all alone. I could hear the sound of blood rushing in my veins like a waterfall.
Then it dawned on me that this was truly the end.
May be it should be. Haven’t I always pled to be free whenever my heart bled?
Why is freedom now so cold and frightening?
Why do I look back with a longing as if I have left something good behind?
May be I was never in prison as I thought.
What about these lacerations?
Denial or delusion?
Nothing to live or die for here.
To live I must leave with the hands of the clock to find the spot where I lost my life and joy.
This is not the end. This can not be the end of the road for me. I will flap my wings like a monarch eagle and glide far into the blue skies.
Up there, I will order a big drink from the vendors of heaven and chill like a queen, away from all my troubles.