A MIRACLE CALLED LIFE

02:45, May 07.
I have been eyeing the syringe since the last three hours. I have finally decided to take the big step –to liberate myself from my evil mind that has me possessed, it’s been years. Ironical it seems, I write poems about love, life, and hope when in reality I am in such despair; A smile on my lips when my heart is heavy with grief.

I had used the syringe once to inject acid but today I was going to inject a drug so powerful it would take me to another world…literally. A thought crossed my mind. The syringe could be infected, unsafe…but what difference was it gonna make now!! I closed my eyes for a few minutes to concentrate and avoid hearing to my inner voice which was still goading me with hope.

I filled the syringe with air with great meticulous care. (!!!) I was about to inject when somebody knocked at the door. I checked myself. Who could it be at this hour? I never had anyone when I needed someone the most. Why today of all days would this miracle occur? I use the word miracle because that is when I realized I still hadn’t stopped believing in them even when I had lost out on hope. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door.

Nobody was there.

A chill breeze was blowing which seduced me back to my senses. The air in the syringe would have passed through my veins and stopped my heart. The same air blew through the empty lanes and comforted me. Life was in all a matter of choice, of perception, of hope and belief in thy immortal self.

14:40, May 09.
I dint do it and I have never felt more alive. My mind is as clear as a child’s innocence. A miracle saved me. A miracle called life. It’s been only a few hours since and I feel I already am addicted.