The last emberA Story by Claire A.
I don’t know if this should be an outlet or a farewell letter.
For being still alive, guardian, I honour you. I have had times where sense was nowhere to be found. Not under any rock, not in any corner, nor any hidden place. Times with hope as fire that burnt its last ember.
I feel the more I understand the world, the more it seems obvious I am alone. Nothing can ever fill the void within my heart.
I don’t know if I can pursue this path with this feeling. Or even walk another step. How long can I rest under the tree, pretending I am not feeling this pain? Is any of it worth going further?
Precious inner guardian, can you hold the despair that wants to run my hands? A drive for destruction, can you temper?
Will I ever connect… some faith in life?
© 2012 Claire A.
Added on April 14, 2012
Last Updated on June 21, 2012
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