Its like things are pilling up. Rubble that has fallen from
the hill is too overwhelming to take off you. Your arms are just too weak, they
can’t keep up. In a matter of seconds you see the light vanish from the tomb. It
went from blotches of light, to small specks, then nothing. You have no
strength left. The air leaves your lungs, and its getting harder to breathe.
It’s
exiting from you as much as your dying breath, that will of yours. It leaves
you along with the strength you once had. You are no longer considering whether
to live or not. No, you’ve already decided. Like the stories of the almost
dead, you wish for that hint of relief among a seemingly painful death. You
hope the pain goes away soon so that you pass smoothly to the other side.
And then it
happens. That part of your body that wants to live shocks you with a jolt of
panic. You are but a para-suicide, you court death only to back out in the last
minute. Suddenly, your strength comes back two fold. The rocks that were once
heavy are now as light as a leaf. You count the people who need you; your
daughter, your mother, your sister, your brother, your lover. And with every
rock you push the light comes back more radiant than before. You have no time
for death, and sadness is a luxury you cant afford.
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