Dying Set Me Free.
I was nine when I died.
I trembled while lying in bed,
wide awake, suddenly the door opened.
He slithered in, fueling his needs,
and did the unthinkable by taking
his son’s life. Once I felt
his touch, my soul fled from
my body. I tried, but could
not stop it. I watched as the
carcass of my body gasped for
oxygen as the demon left my
sanctuary. My mother, she knew nothing.
I dared not mention such things.
Awake, or asleep, it always persisted.
When it ended, unknown, but I
was reborn, more evil, more angry.
I’m thirty-nine now. My soul
sleeps with the fishes, while the
mental war rages, even a generation
could not save. I lie in
bed, awake and trembling, searching for
the nine year old helpless me.
Just wanted to throw this out there…
I’m flawed. There, I said it.
Also, I learned the hard way that pretending to be someone else only exacerbates such flaws.
Be who you are, accept it, and either work around it or work to better yourself. They say the greatest accomplishment in life is to inspire. I’ve done that for many folks with my writing. I honestly feel better about myself when hearing their stories…but, I know I have much more to accomplish with the time I have left on Earth. I no longer get pissed off if people don’t reciprocate what I do…and I often wonder, is that the problem? The fact I’m expecting people to return the favor? It would be easy to say people are all about themselves, and I wouldn’t have many people who would challenge me on this; however, I shouldn’t be frustrated by the lack of support from them. In fact, I should work harder at what I love to do. Write. I also love to show people how to achieve their goals. All that matters is that I feel good about myself, I have a great family, and I keep doing the best I can everyday. The rest doesn’t really matter. Be happy, people, I’m being worn down by your negativity. But, I WILL NOT BE KNOCKED OUT 🙂