My prose attempt

[Katmandu40]

Damaged Goods


It pulls me beneath the surface. I say I am impervious yet down, down I go as the pressure slowly increases and presses against my chest. The weight of it on the rope that holds me, tears my flesh. My lungs scream for air, yet I continue down. Will I never be shed of the past? Will I never breathe the sweet, clean air of the present? Long dead words stab at my heart…long dead images fill my eyes…down, down I sink. I reach toward the light; a light that grows dimmer.

I am damaged goods and in today’s society, disposable. Just one more note for the statistics; just one more lost soul. I am not alone down here.

[Jenny]

You're not disposable to me :hug:

Thanks for sharing. Hope it helped to write it.. :flowers:

[Cherrypie]

Wow Katmandu.. that was really very good and very powerful.. Thankyou for sharing that..

xCherrypie

[IndieSoul]

You have a talent Kat, you truly do :hug: I hope it helped to write it out.

You are not disposable to any of us - all the support you've given me has really helped, so I just wanted to thank you :)

[TDM]

:hug:

people are never damaged goods.


TDM

[Katmandu40]

Thanks everyone!! I'm speechless!

[Daisychain]

You're not damaged goods :hug: