LIFE AS A HUMAN

A Broken Seed

By Guest Author | Friday, February 17, 2012 at 9:30 am | Leave a Comment

Me, the living dead, a zombie of a man, a tortured and empty soul made void by the very thing that I sought to deliver me from the pain of existence. I sought Them. The caretakers of darkness, who, pawning their wares to this little child, made sure their victory. Taking their empty promise, I swallowed the hook and ran. They, laughing, knew it was a matter of time before they would pull up hard on that line and watch me struggle valiantly, but in vain, against the taught leash. I jumped, thrashing against the line, but into their hold I fell. In the misery of the company around me, I saw that I was not alone in my plight. There were many who, in an act of innocence and an attempt at living, took the camouflaged snare, and, like myself, struggled to retract their explorations and be safe again.

Years have passed now, a blur of feigned life, an echo of songs long since expired. My hands reached out of their cage, many times, hoping to connect with freedom. I found my release, unexpectedly, born on the wings of tumultuous circumstance. My cage was thrown to the wild waves, into deep sea of desperation, leaving me, in heaving labored breaths, to struggle against the inevitable. Death. Cold and final. Release. It was not my end, but my beginning. Brightness, spring, bringing tender green shoots, a fresh vitality, broke from the seed that bore my soul. In a dance of liberty that only those who are long held captive can know, I spun around and around in delighted exuberance of the death that brought life. So come now you captured and prostituted soul, find your open door through a death. But not a death, a door. For how can it be called death when you live again? It is then but a door, not an end, but an eternal beginning.

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Guest Author Bio

Drew Sager
I spent most of my life running to and fro to quench the fires of curiousity in my mind. A self educated carpenter, philosopher, poet, and musician, I found I can ease my angst by being creative.