The Tide

I can't think of the last time I died a little inside.

 

I remember a chamber of darkness I lurked in, holding my breath while the snakes continued to slither. But the last time I died?? Maybe somwhere between the sheets of my conscious my mind decided to give up. Oh yes, that I remember well. Giving up. What words used to describe something that may resemble an end of a lifetime, or a one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle. But giving up by dying on the inside- So much effort put into those words, at least I thought so. I've heard that people go on with their lives for years and years at a time before they rejuvenate as a new person. All the fucked up events that went on inside their little subconcious, never seeing light into their present day. Every Saturday I open my eyes to see... See the sun beating through my window, inviting me to play. Telling me to take my time, have a cup of coffee, take a hot shower. Those moments when nothing curses you; nothing fills your brain with doubts. Moments when... You are happy. When the first thought in your head when you wake up is not of any man, any person, any past, present, or future event. But simply the sun gleaming and casting shadows against the wall. Their lives will never be free. Shot down and buried at the back of their minds. They cannot escape something so irrational, when really if only they accepted it would they be free. Acception. Another word I am so used to hearing but never really understood until now. I suppose when people say that it's not easy to accept is because the reward that is recieved after is greater than the better situation itself.

 

Within these dark holes I can find my morning release, I can find peace with myself.

These words are my own.

Author's Note

I'm as puzzled as a newborn child, I'm as troubled as the tide...

Reviews

[Vanessa]

I can't recall if this is new or old, because I feel as if I've read it before.. dunno.
Regardless, I like this one.. a lot.

[Looouise]

that was quite interesting.
Thought-provoking, if I may say so.
:]
sorry, that's all I've got

[.]

A short story but really good.

I liked it alot and you expressed yourself well.

=]

A sad story, if anything.

xx

btw, review my poem