to be able

There was a moment when it all ached. Peace was lost in the profound emptiness of pure ebony. My legs have dragged me that day, to the road. And I felt my shoes step on the hard cold floor. Although I did not know it was cold. I felt the wind though. That was growing heavier. That day, my hands traveled to my face. And my hands did their best to clean up the mess. It was heartbreaking. My chest was clinging to every part of my bones, trying to find something to hold on to. That day the pain was inevitable. And I was partly dead.

The wind curled around my body and its tingling breeze reminded me that I had nothing to hold onto. That once again there was nothing for me to lay my head on, nothing to lean on. But there was the road. For me to fall on.

That day. It was that day, that my tears were swelled with rocks. With tears of the very past that I do not remember shedding. And my heart was heavy. It was bothering. It weighed and weighed and hurt. My lips shredded the scream that my throat ached to release. That day, the road was there for me to fall on. But I was conscious enough to know it will not catch me.

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Hi, this is a piece of work that I have already posted in my account, but for this challenge I saw it fit. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

-e.j