Trapped within myself

Story about the fight within us and feeling alone at times but realizing in the end, we are who we say we are and we continue to get up everyday and fight for what we set out in the world to be.

There is a sound coming from above, a light sound

The sounds are pounding in my ear, becoming heavier and heavier with each second

From inside, those outside cannot hear my frantic shouts and screams

Each second passes, footsteps and voices become louder and louder as if no one can hear me

As the panic sinks to my heart, as if there is no way out, I work

I grab a shovel that appears behind me and I dig and dig, looking for something else

But what?

As time seems to not pass and the laughter of those grows louder, I find a latter beneath the rubble

With time, I place the ladder up against this treacherous hole of despair and fear, climbing and climbing

Finally at the top, not seeing the people that I once heard appears yet another level, a level that seems to only lead me to another hole above

As I look around the hole I was once in below me, there appears in this second level another shovel and another latter.

Listening to the sounds above, the laughter and romantic of others lingers, reminding me I will never reach the top

While sitting in my despair and fatigue, the sounds above begins to sicken me, turning my stomach

Before I know it, the hole starts to spin, like dorothy from Kansas

Slowly i collapse into a deep sleep, awaken by a voice,

Above my head there is a pure white light with a hand extended

A hand i have once known before, but unfamiliar with who it belongs to

Once levered out, time slows down again as I see the greatness that I once belong to all around me,celebrating with pure glow, pure happiness

Why can't I have this I ask?

The figure before me responds, “ you've always had me by your side, you just needed to believe in yourself and who you are.”

From this I awoke from the hole I was collapsed in

Awaken by the vision of something outside this world

Intrigued with the work ethic I saw above I began to work, and I dug and climbed

Climbing to the top frantically, losing energy but gaining more each climb I made

Once at the top, realization came to me

Realization of a missing piece I once lost, the piece that defined who I was in the first place

I was the one who was different from those above, I worked and I grinded, I made myself who I am based off the talents I knew

As I awoke from this dream, I showered, got dressed and headed for the door, I was late for work.

 For a second in time a small thought ran through my head.

Are those who we condemn as less fortunate really weak? Or are they truly the strong that get up each and everyday working to overcome their fear and there weakness?

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[lessa (kenzie)]

While sitting in my despair and fatigue, the sounds above begins to sicken me, turning my stomach
Before I know it, the hole starts to spin, like dorothy from Kansas
Slowly i collapse into a deep sleep, awaken by a voice,

I loved this part of your write so much. Like the imagery and detail in this.