You are no one.
Engraved in ink across his arm, he had hit bottom. Pathetic and lost. It had been the worst thing to happen to him
and his own fault. Regrets he would have
to live with the rest of his life.
No one to turn to, he’d kept anyone who pretended to be a
friend at arm’s length. He’d confessed
all in a stranger’s arms. No
pretense. No expectations. Just truth.
Written across her face, the same thoughts he had of himself.
It was easier. To
admit he had thought of taking his own life.
Knowing no one would miss him once gone.
He knew he was not strong enough, he had been better off before living a
lie. He did not know where to begin, to
pull himself up and walk towards the light.
He had gotten what he had wished for all along, he was invisible.
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So sad, but so many people feel that way, stuck at the bottom of the stairs with no way up...Hope he finds a true friend to grab his hand!
ReplyDeleteWow. Such a powerful take on the prompt. All the soul-searching, doubt, broken-heartedness, in one tight package. I'm like Lisa -- I hope he finds his way out - that he's ascending the steps in the photo, and not on his way down! Terrific work. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSo great to see you joining in the writing challenges, Steven, especially when you bring such powerful ideas. :)))
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