Prompt #12

If I’m going to survive this wreckage

I may have to close my eyes for a little while.

And, with my eyes closed,

I may dream of other times, times before,

when life seemed brighter and more hopeful.

Because now, those things

seem completely gone-

light and hope.

Sometimes I just sit here

in the wreckage

letting the thoughts come as they will.

Rolling over me

like waves pounding me

into the shore.

And in these times

I have no idea if I will survive

at all.

Because this feels unsurvivable.

(Wreckage: the remains of something that has been badly damaged or destroyed; the state of being wrecked; remains or fragments of something that has been wrecked; debris; the remaining parts.)

I feel it.

I am debris- the scattered remnants

of what’s left after the destruction that comes with death.

I’m in pieces,

littering the sand.

This is all,

all that remains;

fragments of who I used to be.

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