The Silver Cord

The Silver Cord

A Story by C.B.
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Metaphor on a friendship

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There’s this unseen connection between he and I. A silver cord stretches across mountains and over rivers, and I seem to know him better than myself. Presently I sense that his soul is in anguish. His heart cries out and tugs for me to come to him.

I sympathize and pull gently on the cord, a silent communication. He knows instantly that I am there for him. He knows I always will be as long as he has the confidence and trust to throw himself into rushing waters knowing I am holding the cord tight, ready to pull him up when he needs air.

But when our silence is no longer helping, I can tell because the cord becomes taut as I help anchor him though he falls. I hold him up high enough so that he does not crack his skull on the harsh surface of disillusionment. I stand firm and watch as he hangs, staring down in horror. He doesn’t look up to see me trying to pull him up, yet looks to the negative forces attempting to end him.

I pull and heave and sweat pours down my brow. If the cord were to break in my attempt to aid him, he’d be gone from my life forever, continuously enveloped in the realization that nothing is forever and that love, of any sort, could not keep him from falling.

I panic as the brittle silver cord begins stretching to its limit. A clasp bends slowly, ready to snap at any second. I cry out as I pull too hard and lose my balance. I fall with him, the cord remaining attached.

We hit the ground and shards of our naïve nature scatter among us. I sit up and look up at where I used to be.

I glance at him as he stares in anguish at the broken pieces of his youth, and I whisper solemnly, “You’re always looking down…”

© 2008 C.B.


Author's Note

C.B.
grammars probably bad but thats not the point of it

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I really enjoyed this piece, sis. And I'm not just saying that because I have to. The metaphor was beautiful. It painted a vivid picture in which you feel not only for the narrator, but the man dangling from the cord as well. Well done.

Posted 15 Years Ago


ehy i liked this one........ the chord is a good metaphor........ but sometimes i guess people just dont listen what can you do right??? Nice write

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow, this great. I absolutely loved your word choice in this piece.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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