Once Upon a Time
Once there was a man who cupped the beauty of time unending in his hands with the delicate touch of a lover's whisper. He once had the strength to bear the thoughts behind the ceaseless and empty eyes that were once so familiar.
Now, every idea is an agony beyond description. Every concept brings a flood of pain to the threshold of unbearable.
So he covered his eyes so that no one could see that once there was a man with a heart that was too big to hold so he gave it away. Taking the jagged remains in return, he buried them beneath the corpses of his failures that he carried on the wheels that followed him through the dark. Exhausted, but unable to let go, his tearless sobs drained him of the last of his strength. The ground beneath him sucked him in up to his neck. Arms and legs unable to move, he stared into the lights of the oncoming wreckage without any desire to move away. Footsteps echoed in his mind as others stepped over him without a glance
Because they couldn't see him.
They couldn't see that
Once upon a time, there was a man who knew how to pray.
He walked with God and talked with God daily from inside his safe little
Bubble.
Content and complacent he staunchly moved toward his goals
Never thinking, never dreaming, never imagining, never seeing that he was
Weak.
He shot for his dreams and met life on the way who told him that
All that he thought he knew was
Wrong.
Once he knew who he was.
Once he had the strength to bear the weight of his responsibility.
Once he was strong enough to do what was asked.
Once he believed in a God that never let him fall, despite how many times he'd let go.
Now he doesn't believe. He doesn't believe that forgiveness could ever be his.
He's said too much, thought too much, felt too much to believe that God could not hold a hatred deep enough to bury him. He doesn't believe that happiness is anything more than myth and legend. He doesn't believe in a purpose that will take him to the full extent of his potential. He is nothing more than a shell and he doesn't believe in the eyes of people or of God to see that
Once upon a time there was a man.
Now, every idea is an agony beyond description. Every concept brings a flood of pain to the threshold of unbearable.
So he covered his eyes so that no one could see that once there was a man with a heart that was too big to hold so he gave it away. Taking the jagged remains in return, he buried them beneath the corpses of his failures that he carried on the wheels that followed him through the dark. Exhausted, but unable to let go, his tearless sobs drained him of the last of his strength. The ground beneath him sucked him in up to his neck. Arms and legs unable to move, he stared into the lights of the oncoming wreckage without any desire to move away. Footsteps echoed in his mind as others stepped over him without a glance
Because they couldn't see him.
They couldn't see that
Once upon a time, there was a man who knew how to pray.
He walked with God and talked with God daily from inside his safe little
Bubble.
Content and complacent he staunchly moved toward his goals
Never thinking, never dreaming, never imagining, never seeing that he was
Weak.
He shot for his dreams and met life on the way who told him that
All that he thought he knew was
Wrong.
Once he knew who he was.
Once he had the strength to bear the weight of his responsibility.
Once he was strong enough to do what was asked.
Once he believed in a God that never let him fall, despite how many times he'd let go.
Now he doesn't believe. He doesn't believe that forgiveness could ever be his.
He's said too much, thought too much, felt too much to believe that God could not hold a hatred deep enough to bury him. He doesn't believe that happiness is anything more than myth and legend. He doesn't believe in a purpose that will take him to the full extent of his potential. He is nothing more than a shell and he doesn't believe in the eyes of people or of God to see that
Once upon a time there was a man.
posted by Rabies at 11:09 PM
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