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What Comes Back

What we release, and what remains

By G. A. BoteroPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
Top Story - April 2026
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I held it in my hands

Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out

I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared

My heart grew strong, as did my courage

I knew it was for the best, I had lived with it for too long

As long as I could remember, really. Forever!

It was part of me, but no longer

*

I looked at my hands

Palms together, strongly pushing against each other

I sensed that it had shriveled to specks by now

No longer a threat, no longer attached to me

I felt relief, the pressure seemed to have gone

I cupped one hand on to the other and poured the imaginary ashen dust into my right palm

I closed my eyes and threw the hardest pitch towards the susurrating sea;

anything left would soon dissolve in the salty waters of the Pacific

*

I fell back into the soft sand

I did snow angels as I stared at the moon

I cherished the rebirth

"A new life," I thought

I can finally be me - free

Free from what has possessed me

I closed my eyes; the cold ocean water touched my toes

*

I jumped back up

full of spirit

I knew there was no going back

A cloud covered the bright white moon

A cold breeze hit my skin

I started to shiver, the hairs on my skin rose in excitement

My fear was back, it didn't take long to come home.

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About the Creator

G. A. Botero

I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.

Resist.

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    Written by G. A. Botero