Published Apr 22, 2021
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The Paranoia Of Uncertainty

Published Apr 22, 2021
2 mins read
412 words

Engulfed in paranoia I look up at the light which sustains solely upon itself, unlike me who has become a parasite and inevitably succumbed to the blinding pain that had first found me when my choices were confiscated and my fate was sealed. A tight knot forms in my stomach and there is a lump in my throat. Destiny is what it was but I cannot take a liking to it for I cannot fathom how unpredictable life is.

I look back at the memories where all was well and I was not a facade that imitated life. Zeal oozed through me and I resonated with the melody of nature that rushed through my nerves.

I look deeper, past the happy memories and I find an abundance of darkness that has given way to a ghost that used to wander around the hallways of my soul. As my zeal was lost that ghost grew stark and mighty for now it reigned over the morbid parts of my soul until hopelessness prevailed inside my conscience that gratified the fragments of pain I endured. But fragments of pain are not like pieces of a puzzle that fit to form something grander.

The fragility of my individuality astonished me as I slowly transitioned into this incorrigible, unrecognisable person that had lost faith and basked in his deformities.

The lump in my throat is somehow growing and I reckon it will grow persistently until my anxiety has found another host to feed off of. The gut wrenching knot tightens, reminding me of my state of being as I desperately search for absolution.

I grow curious when out of nowhere I see a hand reaching out for mine. Longing for it, I raise my hand which is firmly held by the other. The ghost in me shrieks for it has seen nothing but solitude and is terrified of this feeling.

This soothing feeling that is making my lump vanish as tears well up in my eyes. The knot in my gut is lose and I feel my psychosomatic deformities leaving me as I see your face. My path is still frighteningly uncertain but now I know that I won't have to traverse it feeling desolate and miserable. 

I finally fathom that pain will never be a grand solution for it is just a part of who we are. But surely working through the pain to transcend into a better being is a significant and grand reconciliation. 

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