George Bailey

How do you know you exist?

I once knew a man named George Bailey.
I feel the bumps on the wall. Time and time again.
He was kind and caring. True family man.
I lay there at night. Wondering if I am real.
However even good men fall. Make mistakes.
The bumps on my wall are all that remind me I exist.
To wish one self away. Would anybody notice?
I beg for answers from God or anything that will listen.
Would anybody care that George Bailey doesn't exist?
No answer comes to me. I am left alone in darkness.
Alas an angel comes. With insights and truth.
All I have are the bumps. The sensation they give me.
Thus the man realized his importance. His life presented to him.
Do I exist? Does it matter? Am I George Bailey?
The angels bell rings. A happy ending.
I never knew a man named George Bailey.

Author's Note

If you read the lines in bold/non-bold. It forms the cohesive next line.
However if you read it all together. What do you draw from it?

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Is interesting. It's a bit too much of a metaphorical mixture for me to follow. Write a kiddie version for me. Haha. Thanks for sharing.

[Samuel Riverside]

Sadly this has no kiddie version. It is rather personal. I can understand why its difficult to follow. I suppose I was more curious how it made you feel. Which I guess is confused? Haha.
Either way. I appreciate you taking time to read and write a review.