Letter to Spency and Thomas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Dear Spency and Thomas,

If you’ve received this letter, then I’m deciding to end it all. I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to live anymore either. I feel so trapped and it just seems easier to leave, to maybe free for the first time in my life. I know that this is cowardly and that I should keep looking for ways to be better, but I can’t see myself ever really getting better. I’m facing two horrible options right now, to continue in pain or cause pain to others. I wish I could find another way, but I don’t know anymore. You two probable won’t ever see or read this, but if you do I imagine you’ll feel relief that you’ll be free from me. I don’t blame you; I want to get away from someone like me too. But, I glad that you were a part of my life and that for a little while that I was a part of your’s.

Your Friend,

Shawn Wood


Submitted: January 02, 2021

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ShadyBrady

Life is an ongoing pageant of beginnings and endings. How we choose to react to the external influences on our life defines us...we either act, championing our own cause, or react, allowing other players to dictate the terms and circumstances of our behavior.

I don’t know your story. Hell! I don’t even know my own story. But I understand that we are each allocated just so many days in this world. We can choose for ourselves to be part of the problem or part of the solution. Surrender is not an option.

We all walk our own path. Sometimes it’s beautiful. Sometimes it’s terrible. But always, it is our own.

External influences can be overwhelming. Sometimes I get tired of the fight. Each day is a challenge...just to get out of bed and go through the motions. And every day I find some inspiration, some miracle of creation that a thousand other individuals might walk past without a second glance, that keeps me in the game. In it to win it.

My strength is that ability to look at a rain soaked leaf laying in a gutter outside the cancer center and see something beautiful. It ain’t much, but if I don’t recognize it...and maybe write it...who will?

Sat, January 2nd, 2021 6:20pm

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