Not much to say, other than this:
This writing is not looking for sympathy nor empathy.
It only asks that you reflect on what this stirs within yourself.
The injustice of it all I can no longer comprehend. And… I just don’t understand.
Everyone has a purpose. EVERYONE. Even I do. I know what it is, I know what I have to do. I know my destiny. But, I can’t get there! And it’s not my fault!! The chains of this world bind me to it’s laws of being and I hate it! I feel as though my needs are right in front of me but, I can’t reach them. My identity dangles, mid-air, and as soon as I get close, it drifts farther and farther away.
My soul screams for what it deserves, but the fates just laugh, quietly. They know I struggle in vain. I know I struggle in vain. I plead to this God for help, but he can’t hear me. No one can hear me.
The winds try to sweep me up with them. They try to lift me off the ground and carry me to where I belong. But they’re not strong enough. They can’t break the chains that secure my existence where I’m useless. I fight with them to free myself. But I only end up bruised and bloody.
And the fates laugh harder.
Shut up! It’s not fair! I’m raging because I do all that I can, but it’s never enough. Free me, damn it! Let me go! What’s the point?! Why do you insist on leaving me to whither and crumble where I don’t belong?! Is it fun for you?
Echoing laughter.
It haunts my sleep, my waking moments, my life! Everything. Please let me go. I’m no good here. I know that. You know that. Just let me go…
I don’t know what else to do. Maybe They’ve forgotten who I am. Maybe they’ve all forgotten who I am… I’ve almost forgotten who I am…
I’ll escape. I’ll do it. I’ll break the bonds and fly away. And, They won’t be able to stop me. I’d like to see Them try. If not released, I’ll finally do it myself, I’ll find the strength. Then, They’ll feel the fear. They’ll know what it’s like to feel the hopeless, useless, powerless feelings They’ve inflicted on me, and then I’ll be gone. Long gone and on my way to where I belong. I will, finally, be able to go where the winds need to take me.
They’re still laughing…
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