My Ranting Place

Hope

Theme: Even when all you want is to give up, that one last try may bring you more hope than what you possessed at the beginning.
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Tendrils of hair were clinging to my face and neck as they were drenched in sweat. The stones and their edges could could now be easily felt through the worn out soles of my shoes. My completely dry throat, strained eyes, clammy hands and languid legs were continuously tempting me to just let all go; to just let it be and sit there surrounded by complete nothingness.

For the excuse of a last trivial attempt to find something - anything to help mitigate the adversity of my situation, I picked my broken soul and bruised self for the last time and let out a soft cry towards the sky that was covered with the bright and scorching yellow hue of the Sun, "Please help me".

And my fruitless roaming started once again with a deflated chest.

Miscalculation caused me to slip and land on the jagged groung with a thump. Resultantly, the skin on both; my kneecaps and hands; which I used to brace myself from the fall, got peeled, cut open and warm liquid oozed out from the cuts as well as my eyes. I pulled my hair out and sent another silent please upwards.

That was the moment my ears picked up the distant hollering of my name. I quickly stood up once more - now for the actual last time - and yelled with all my might, without minding my state, "I am here!".

There it still was.

Hope.
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