The Return

It’s scratching on the walls behind me.

It’s wrapping itself at my ankles, tugging firmly to drag me back.

Voices, creatures brushing by –  all of it has become muffled and blurred.

No longer am I a part of this world.

I drown in tears. I choke on fear. I am flooded with despair.

My end has come, but my existence continues.

I wait for revival; for the light to find its way through the cracked brokenness.

No longer am I a part of this world.

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