Light in the Darkness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

I piece I wrote while in a dark time in my life. I have always suffered from severe depression, but have managed to live my life without any medication or therapy. This piece serves to show that my faith has saved me from myself for than once.

My heart is breaking as I look into the void of my life. Tears shed as the seasons change, leaving me dead and defeated. What is this feeling? How am I to cope? There is nothing inside of me save for the wreckage of my soul. Deteriorating debris left to rot in the heat. Is this why I am unlovable? My art is worthless to those around me, my expression overshadowed by their lost hopes and dreams. I felt growth just before this smoldering fire that has razed me like a city of old. I am left in pieces trying to force myself to become whole again. I watch these crimson droplets pool together at my feet until they become a lake of obscurity unnoticed by the outside world. I sink to the bottom allowing my lungs to fill to the brim. Time is frozen just under the surface of this crimson pool that I have allowed myself to become trapped in. Undying is this feeling left in my heart. Oh how I wish it would perish, leaving me alone in this meaningless chunk of space and time just under the surface of the living world. It will not desist. It will not release me willingly. I reach my hand towards the light above, but my fingertips only just break the surface. There isn't a soul around to help me. Nobody to answer my unheard call. I try to cry out, but I only choke up the crimson in my lungs, letting tiny bubbles flood to the surface. The light above seems to be fading by the second. I close my eyes, ready to give up... Then... A hand cloaked in the brightest light pierces this veil of crimson, descending towards me with haste. It seizes my wrist with strength beyond measure and lifts me up above the pool of despair, holding me there. I am blinded by this intense light after being in the darkness for so long. As my eyes adjust, I see a second hand bathed in this magnificent light reaching out to me. As it makes contact with my chest, all the crimson is expelled from my lungs. The feeling in my heart disolves in the light. I breathe in deeply, knowing I have been saved from this horrible fate. As my vision finally returns to normal, I am lowered to the ground slowly. As my head clears, I look up to my savior, curious as to who has released me from this prison deep within myself. There is a humble man standing before me, long haired and face unshaven, wearing a simple robe of pure white. With a warm smile and bright eyes, his hand stretched out to me, in his palm a large scar. "Rise my son, for I am with you. I have always been and shall always be by your side. I know your pain and I am here to take it from you." I am paralized, left in awe at his presence, yet my body rises from the ground. "Come, I have much to tell you."


Submitted: November 22, 2014

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