I stand, alone, in a forgotten grove of willow and ash, the soft rays of moonlight almost bringing warmth to my stone-cold skin. I raise my head to gaze upon her, beautiful and shimmering in her entirety. 'She is my anchor' I think 'the one thing which I know will stay the same. Even when all the other things in my life are with me no longer, I can always count on the moon to be there.'1
Many times I have hollered curses and threats to her, asking why, and how. I have also cried to her, my words unclear through the sounds of my sobbing, the only thing recognisable as human noises the screams of anguish which regularly escape me. It is in these times I ask her to take my life, to rid me of my human form and transform me into something strong and omnipresent like her. I wish to be rid of the pain of human emotions, the strain of fear, sadness, pain. But she will never oblige. Never shall she rid me of my worthless life and let me take the easy way out. Once I regain a sane state of mind, her reluctance to do so makes me think. Why? She must think that I am not so weak that I cannot face the challenges which oppose me and successfully overcome them. She must think that I need not take the easy way out, that I have strength enough to take the harder road to safety. Her faith in me brings faith to me in myself. I find that I feel less oppressed by my sorrow. I can laugh with joy, finally able to see the beauty in all that is living. I see how, if I were to go, how many I would let down. How many count on me to be there for them. My family, my friends. They're all relying on me to be their anchor, the one who will always be there, no matter what happens. And thanks to her, my very own anchor, I can, and always will be there.2
Always.3
Author notes
This is written in the point of veiw of Sakura, the main charecter in my main book, Bound to Trust. She's faced many hardships, including the murder of her mother, sister, and two best friends before her very eyes. they were commited by her father, a very powerful man, who beats her. Here she describes her many feelings, and how she convinces herself that life is worth living for another day.
May the force be with you.
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WOOT!
where the fuck did this one come from?
LOVE IT AS ALWAYS especialy the middle bit about the worthless life...hee hee but then again thats just me
the ending i thought was a bit dissapointing i mean couldnt you just have said 'well if the moon wont kil me i will' got a razor turned your wrists into hamburgers and be done with it!
hee hee i can just imagin the look on you face right now! dont worrie im only kiddin its fantastic and yes you are mt anchor and i would feel very let down if you were to be stolen away by death!
weeeeeeeeeee!
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I love this...it's great when a person can pull a passage out of a story and it's a story all in itself. Thank you for entering my contest, I truly appreciate it...and good luck!
Cassie
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OMFG i cant actually express how amazing this is..i'm not in a descriptive mood but all you need to know is its brilliant and beautiful and deep and dark and i love it!!! Keep writing stories I love them so much especially when they're like this. The basis upon the moon as a sort of God is very original..i havnt read very many poems about the moon but it is fasinating.
Kate -
dis is brilliant
i hope to see some more
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