Heat sears my heart. My blood is bubbling in my
veins, spreading my disease. Acid rolls in my stomach. My lungs shrivel and my
throat collapses. Tears burn my eyes, but I refuse to let them free.
My hands shake as if I was dying from thirst and
shivers attack my bones, at war with my boiling blood. Fog settles into my
mind. My vision fills with black emptiness.
A silent scream lodges in my throat. Pain begins
to pound in my head and I fight to gain control. My body betrays me and I
collapse.
Fear and Anger fight for dominance. They are
choking me with their weapons of destruction. Fear makes me cold and empty, but
Anger fills the void with fire. My body is torn between freezing and burning.
The world seems to shatter around me and I’m left
in the debilitating darkness. There’s no sun to caress my chilled skin, nor
breeze to still the frenzied beating of my heart. The silence presses in to
further distress me.
In panic, I reach out for anything to distract me
from this horror. My frantic fingers brush against the cool metal of a pen. I
clench onto it like a lifeline. The tip presses against the floor next to my
broken body and I begin to write.
All my ailments rush down my arm and out of me.
My mind clears and forms the words now appearing beneath me. Every unpleasant
emotion escapes my chest and my lungs fill with sweet air. A weight is lifted
from my stooped shoulders and I’m freed from the burdens of life.
I have been set free from my cage and allowed to
soar simply because I put my pen to the awaiting paper.
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