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I don’t understand
What’s so great about it?
It’s just there
It didn’t take me where I wanted to go
Last thing I remember is a light,
More like a spark
Still not one I wanted to see.
Trucks lights,
Right in my face, not stopping
My mother crying, my father mad
Cop lights in their driveway
Not the lights they wanted to see
An then I saw the light
Not one I wanted to see
A Red light
Fire
Hell!
Not everyone goes to heaven
Water
The purest thing on earth
It can determine life or death
No other thing has the same power
If there was a god
It’ll be made out of water.
Questioning
Is what I was told
Unless it was about “the men aboveâ€
I was judged
By those who said
Only he can judge
So I ask and no answer has come
Questions is all I had
Is he real? Or not?
Should I follow my gut?
Or those that follow blindly
no answer came
They told me what I need was faith
And all the answers would come pouring
But instead I got logic that’s when the answers started pouring.
Sinking. Faltering.
Losing control of life.
In too deep. No way out.
The journey is unforgiving.
Heart full of doubt.
It will get better, they say.
Be strong, they say.
I hope. I dream of that day.
Hand over the burden.
For a minute. For an hour.
To not feel the weight
A blessing.
A power.
Taking it back little by little.
Strength. Perseverance.
Help rolls off the tongue.
The first step is taken forward.
The next step has begun.
Pulling out of the sink hole.
Fighting. Loving.
No more falling.
No longer alone
In a lifetime of stalling.
Coming through to the other side.
Seeing the light.
Picking up the pieces
that have shattered around me
in the dark of night
It will be ok, they say.
and in the light of day,
on the moons hem
I am starting to believe them.
Bright as the sun.
Deep as the ocean.
Beautiful and carefree.
Dancing. Smiling. Giggling.
Eyes full of question.
Mind full of hope.
Dreaming. Believing. Loving.
Soul full of spirit.
Body full of life.
Questioning. Forgiving. Freeing.
No hatred towards one.
Heart full of love.
Beautiful.
Innocent.
My Hero.
My Life.
The car stopped. John stepped out of the car towards the abandoned warehouse. His older twin brother followed after him. A gun weighed down in each of their pockets.
“Hurry so we can eat cake at home,†the younger sister, who was still sitting inside the car, said. John backed away from Scott as the car drove off.
“You are the defect,†he said and reached for the gun in his pocket, “Mom and dad always knew that I was stronger. I will be a better son to them than you will ever be.â€
Scott dived through the open door into the darkness of the warehouse just as a shot hit the ground where he had been standing. He reached for his own gun as his eyes adjusted to the dark interior. Above the pounding of his heart in his ears, he could hear John’s confident footsteps approach.
“Scott, you were a good brother, you know, but there could only be one of us.â€
Scott hid himself by the door and stretched his foot across the doorway right before John took a step in.
Hours after five shots rattled through the warehouse, Scott sat outside of the abandoned building as their family’s car pulled up.
“Get in,†the dad said. “I’ve called The Collector. They’ll be here shortly.â€
Scott slid into the passenger seat as his dad asked, “Which one are you?â€
“Scott,†he answered.
After a long pause, the dad said, “I’m proud of you. Happy fourteenth birthday.â€