My story - made by Him

My first memory of having a loving celebratory holiday stems from my fourth year of life. I was carrying a lot of hurt around by that time. The man who comforted me when my parents weren't around passed away suddenly. In the blink of an eye he was gone. Sometimes I sit and try to picture him. As we sat around the kitchen table and he bestowed the greatest gift ever. He showed me how to write.

I am still here Against all odds, against expectations, against the statistics, having nothing to live for other than life. Slowly I started, waking up from a bad dream I had been hiding in for years. The dream that eventually disguised itself as my real life. But I had never really gotten to that point of living. Not until I reached a turning point where a crossroad lay before me. There lay three options ahead; To quit, to live or to keep on surviving. I was tired of surviving, never really actually getting a chance to live. I reached till this far, building my scraps from a power unknown to me. Good enough to be alive in, I had nothing but the clothes on my back and the remnants of a smile I used to own. Lips became more sealed as I dared to speak out more, my words were always ringing in deaf man's ears. Nobody ever knew about the web that was spinning around me. Not until I found out that the spider in it was me. My past held me cocooned as a form of p...