The Abyss

The Abyss

A Story by Jiya K. MacKenzie

I was abandoned as a baby. Perhaps I was paying for my sins I committed in my previous births. A foster mother’s love had abeyanced me from facing the truth, the truth always abases illusions of luxuries, shatters dreams and hopes and pushes you into an abyss. But as great men said, there’s always a ray of hope even in the darkest, dreariest of times. My ray of hope, my seraphic luminous hope led me to the path of redemption. Who was I? No one knew. Who am I? An alias. The past cannot be omitted, but the future can be written by one’s own hands. In the darkness of the alleyway, I got robbed of my name aka alias, respect, the little of identity I possessed and was left only with a torn soul and...tears. They say crying is a sign of weakness, but what have they left me with? This path to redemption seems to extend till ad infinitum. Where’s the end? Where? Where is this ray of hope coming from? For how long I have to suffer? How long is the way out of this abyss?


© 2017 Jiya K. MacKenzie



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The ray of hope might not be luminous, but still, small as it may be it is still there. It is the final straw that we grasp for in the hope we won't drown in the sea of despair. Redemption lies in finding other straws that we can grab on to in the hope of making a raft that sees us to the true light.

Take care - Dave

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Jiya K. MacKenzie

3 Weeks Ago

Thanks for stopping by!
Jiya K. MacKenzie

3 Weeks Ago

Your review is so meaningful
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I am actually quite impressed... This started out in a way that I thought might lead into a self-involved rant of justice being swerved... I was mistaken. This is a both gritty, and enlightening smooth slice of street-wise anonymity... I have no answers to the questions given, but I suspect you know that no living thing does... With my alias ripped from me... I stand blank-faced into ad infinitum...

Posted 1 Month Ago


Jiya K. MacKenzie

1 Month Ago

Thanks for stopping by
Silente

1 Month Ago

My pleasure
That's worth reading...I can imagine this really well

Posted 1 Month Ago


Jiya K. MacKenzie

1 Month Ago

Thanks for your review!
There are times in life when you become lost.so you pullover and ask for directions. This is very relatable to read and you make it more so the way you wrote. It's also a painful story so its very courageous of you sharing that pain with us

Posted 1 Month Ago


Jiya K. MacKenzie

1 Month Ago

Thank you!
This was very good and tragic as well. You can feel the pain and struggle the character has been going through.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Jiya K. MacKenzie

1 Month Ago

Thanks for your review!
I see you in the light, little one. I too know the vision. The abyss, like a clinging vine pulls, relentless. Seraph in ardor, light our path and point the way.
This paragraph is deeply rooted in the human struggle. Few are those who chose to ponder. For most close off the light, afraid to see. Be at ease little sister. The work is done and the way is unobstructed. How long indeed? The time is at hand.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Jiya K. MacKenzie

1 Month Ago

Thanks a lot for dropping in a review
VALORMORE DE PLUME

1 Month Ago

The least I could do, in turn.
its very short. i like the second sentence because i thought it reveal a lot about the character, for example he is trying to reason for his abandonment . The rest is good, continue it.

Posted 2 Months Ago


A great narrative. I also have great literacy value if used academically. A good work.

"They say crying is a sign of weakness, but what have they left me with?"

The voice has a way of making the reader guilty of his predicament..."well done.

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Jiya K. MacKenzie
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