Climbing up that hole

There I was-trapped inside that one hole I had been swaying by all my life. Yes, I was trapped in a ditch-a circular gap which seemed to me to be in the middle of everything. I was having the space in my life I never thought I'd ever require. If most of you are still confused, I'll make it simpler.
On my way to school, I slipped and I fell into a hole which lay open on the ground for ages. And for years have I passed by it. Yet, there I was-inside that large hole. 

I shouted for a long while, hoping that help would come my way. No one seemed to be able to hear me. I was deep into the earth. I was wounded-my knees were bleeding and my palms were all reddish and bruised. Not only physically, but also mentally. I was wounded mentally for quite sometime back in that year of my life when I was being tormented by adolescence. Deep down in that hole, I rolled up in a corner and I began to think.

I thought about life, and how messed up it was. My life, seemed to be a dark gap, in which I was all alone. I thought about my parents, and how I was always very disobedient. I was a reckless lad, who at times even disrespected his father and mother. I would argue with my father for hours when I was a mere teen. I wouldn't listen to him. I would say harsh things to him and yet, he would be patient with me. My mother was very beautiful and joyous. She loved me a lot. I would behave badly with her for she would treat me as a kid. I would talk brutally with her-in a very despicable way indeed. Yet, she would adore me and be nice with me. I guess all parents loved their children more than anything. Even if their children were as disobedient, dis-respective and ungrateful as I was.

I thought of all this inside that hole. I felt pathetic! I felt worthless and thought that it would've been best for my parents if I died down there. I was hopeless. The thoughts of my friends came rushing to me. I thought about how none of them except a few of them ever called after I had left the old school. I missed my old friends , but they didn't seem to miss me at all. Months after months would pass yet none of them would even take their time to pick up their phone and ring me up once. None of them even wanted to know if I was alive-if I was still breathing and well. The fact that my oldest and closest friends were reluctant to even see to how I was doing made me feel weaker and more insignificant.

As I looked up, I could see a ring. A large circle which had its surface area colored violet! This meant that it was no longer morning. The sun was setting! And still, I was alone inside that hole. I was as alone as I'd always been. I had made many mistakes in life-mistakes which I wished I could fix. I had committed sins which changed me for a greater amount of life. I was dying down in that hole, when suddenly I saw a spark.

The spark became a faint radiance just ahead of me. I didn't know whether it was my hallucination, or the angel of death who I had thought, had come to take my soul away-rip it apart. The radiance remained for quite sometime, when finally I got the courage to try and touch it.

And as I did, everything became white-as if everything just disappeared! I was stunned! I was mesmerized.
It was then, that a voice spoke to me. The voice sounded like my father's!
I was still in awe. I couldn't decipher what was going on.
Again, my father's voice! This time, much more clearer.
 I burst out in tears for that voice sounded so angelic. So divine!
My father said, "Son, come now. We love you and we know that you are capable of doing everything! The Almighty forgives all, and so you must climb out of here and show us that you can change. Follow your heart son. I love you."

Suddenly, the trance broke and I was back to reality!
I had obtained a spiritual and physical boost unlike any other. In that moment's rush, I began to climb up! 
Yes, I began to climb up from that muddy hole. I was grabbing at rocks and smaller holes and using them to make my way up.
The sun had already set, but I could see the light! 
As I was climbing up, I believed that I could fix it all. I believed that every human being could fix their lives if they wanted to.
Yes my life was  broken and shattered, but I knew that I could piece it back together. I knew that I could repay my parents-be a better son. I knew that I could strive and become the son my father and mother wanted! I knew I could behave better and give back the love I took from them. I believed that my  friends were eagerly waiting for my call, for they loved me and wanted me to show them that I loved them too. I believed that I could become a lad who loved his Creator and was ready to be His true servant. I believed that I could win back the life I lost. All I needed was the will all along, and I had just obtained it down in that hole.
I was back to the surface.
I had won. I had won over the hole. I had won over my mind. I had won over my soul. 
I had once again gained control!
As I climbed out of that hole, I was a new person. A person ready to change his life! A person prepared to face it all and follow his heart.
And thus, I returned home and took control.
My parents were worried. They were even more frightened to see my wounds and the mud all over me. 
When they asked what had happened, I told them that I loved them and that I'd try my best to be a better son, a better human being.
My father hugged me and I knew then and there, that I was ready to face the world with a greater spirit.
 

Reviews

[Avanthika]

for a moment i felt like i was reading a poem in the beginning , a unique piece, good work

[Sivgat Hasan]

Means a lot thanks ^^