My wounds are cut deep.
Not knowing if I’m going to make it.
With my last breath I scream.
I fall to the ground wondering in what part
Of my life I went wrong.

My mind is spinning so fast
It makes my wounds hurt even more.
I try to stand back to my feet, but I
fall back onto the cold ground.
I try so hard to press on and yet I still
Find myself where I fell from the start.

Through My blurry vision I am
able to see a small light.
The light moves so slow, but it still moves.
Heard by the faint echo of my last breath, a
small man with a lit lantern stops to
examine me.

He looks me over very carefully from
head to toe. He sees my wounds and touches
them with one hand. He slowly stands
up and starts to walk off. With hope this
man would carry me to comfort, but
I was stunned. As the man walked on
I asked him with what little breath I had to help me.

The man slowly stopped to look over his

shoulder and asks me, “Why should
I help a man that will not help himself?
The work I will not do for you, but
only help you after you have
started yourself”.

With a discussed look on my face
I asked the man, “ How can I help myself
when I have fallen so hard? I can’t
stand to my feet and the wounds I have are
cut so deep. The pain I have burns. ”

The man turns and starts to walk back
to me and says, “ son, the wounds you have
are not deep, but are nearly scratches. The pain you
feel is the same pain you have had for so long.
So why is it so different now? ”

I asked the man, “ how can I stand, please tell me how?”
The man replies, “ I cannot tell you how to
stand, but only how to continue walking”.
As I laid on the ground looking up at this small
man, the thoughts that spun my
mind became calm.
I slowly put my hands under my chest
and pushed myself up. I fell back down, but
I kept trying to press on.

With what little strength I had left, I pushed myself

up once more. In this struggle of trying to get
up I felt my arms begin to give out once more.
Just then, I felt a hand hold me up before I fell
back to the cold ground.
I looked up and it was the small man holding
me with one hand.

Helping me to my feet, I stood still
feeling weak and out of breath.
I looked at the man and asked him
for his name. The small man replied,
“For it is the same as you call yourself.”

The man then says, “These scratches
on your body will scare. Do not forget
how they got there and also learn how
they got there. Now that you can stand
you must start back on your journey.
Walking will be hard for you, but remember
it is only one foot in front of the other.”

As I looked down at my feet, I saw that
they were standing on the ground from which
I thought I would never get up from.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to
restart my new life.

I opened my eyes and began to thank the
man who had helped me stand back on my feet.
However, the man was not to be found.
for the only thing be found of the man was
the lit lantern in which he walked down
the path with.

Finally understanding the truth, I bent down
slowly to pick up the lantern.
One step in front of the other I followed the
path the lit lantern made for my feet.



Hesperia, United States

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who is there to help me?

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