Come closer,
so that I may crush you.
With every step
you have been there
teaching me
the obstacle is the way.
And through my own agony,
I truly understand
the gift of you being
constantly and forever
in my way.
It is through hardship
that I had been molded.
No cushion or
comfort has the strength
to shape me the way
falling onto the dirt
has knocked sense into me.
And because of it
I have learned to
be enriched by dire struggle
only to be rewarded with
infinitesimal progress.
I don't get to the see the fruits
of my labor in such a short time,
but in the grand scheme of things
years of fighting for myself
is a small price to pay
when I have the rest of my life.
I might as well enjoy
the richness of pain each day
so that someday
the sanctity of my work
will prove to be tenfold.
So, my obstacles
come closer
so that I may crush you.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This was moving and inspiring for me! As I am new to your page I won't assume what your intentions are but I would like to share my interpretation of your work, if thats okay. (If not, I am also happy to delete the comment and write something different.) I interpreted this piece as something like a "bring it on" kind of attitude. It left me feeling inspired to take on my own obstacles that come along, what ever they may be!! Great work!!