Awakening

Has to do with my journal entry I just posted on here. It's a metaphorical story of how I am feeling now.

Waking with a gasp, I gaze around where I am, in disorientation and fear.

The wooden walls close to me and under me, cause my breath to quicken as I panic and try to scream.

It soon becomes apparent that I am alone. No one can hear me scream in this darkness.

I slowly calm, and breathe deeply, realizing that my oxygen will soon not last..  I must act quickly but rationally.

I begin to push on the coffin lid, praying softly that I'm not literally six feet under or even buried yet..

Slowly, the lid shakes as I push and then begin to kick as hard as I can, throwing my full weight behind it, remembering my martial arts training.

With a crack, the lid gives way and I pop out, gasping and tumbling to the ground.

I wasn't buried yet! I was still able to live!! I had a chance...

The grave diggers looked at me in shock, and rain begins to pour as the autumn leaves billow gently to the ground..

I raise my face to the rain, needing the cleansing..

Reviews

[Chris]

The initial thought was of burial alive... a past horror tale that can be very effective for some authors. Then I saw your speaking below and well agree to the awakening through life and the breaking of binds that held you.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow that is one intense dream, sounds to me like someone who is ready to fight for anything she believes in no matter the cost. But of coarse I am not a psychiatrist.

[Jordan]

It's metaphorical about how I have been living as if I were dead.. and, as for beliefs, yes, I would fight for what I believe in, no matter the cost to myself, but it would be fought without violence on my part.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Exactly... no matter what there is no place for violence.