Every Fibre of Me There, I was prepared for anything. Here, I can do nothing. There, I wouldn’t have let it affect me. Here, I keep looking over my shoulder for something not there. There, I had the strength. Here, I can’t hold my own. There, I was feared, the fearless. Here, I am the fearful. There, I was someone. Here, now, I am a shadow of what I was. A fraction, one fragment. I hope the road to get back to there is as quick and easy to use as the one to get to here. I wish it were that was but journeys take time. The fall was easy. Now, for the trek up to the top again, every fibre of my being is in pain. There, I had a purpose. Here, life is a circle. What does it take for a fraction to become a whole? How much effort is it to restore a shattered vase? Luckily for me, I’ve got a wielder bearing the right tools. Luckily for me, I am not alone on my hike. Someone, no, a team of someones are carrying portions of my pack. Luckily for me, there is someone who is always with me, someone that wants the best for me so much that they gave their one and only son. I know I can get there.
A short (really short) story. Unsplash - Riccardo Mion Life is a circle... It has no point. Or does it?
