The dread I had atop of my back left me exhausted
My legs could not walk any further from all the pain
Yet, not a single soul would offer me any aid
Drained and tired, I muster what was left of my strength and kept moving onwards
The sweat trickling from my head, the slow thump of my heartbeat and the loud clank of my shackles was the only music that kept me company on what appeared to be the longest walk of my life
Struggling to move but the slightest inch, I was walking on all fours now
When all of a sudden, the weight on my shoulders began to lessen
I could feel the heavy load being stripped off my back
I was floating
For a moment, there was a dead silence
Looking around, I thought I saw a tree with its many leaves rustling in the darkness
But as I took a closer look, I was gravely mistaken
Thousands of arms were the source
They were the ones keeping me afloat
There were many types, ranging from infants to teenagers and from adults to elderly
All the different forms of hands slowly carried me off the ground
I need not know where they are taking me
I couldn't care less as long it was far away from here as possible
From all this, one thing was for certain, I realized that I didn't need any help from a single soul, all I ever did need was a hand
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Abstract
PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
