Published by: Gabrielle Vergara
Date published: September 17, 2022
Time published: 4:02 PM
Category: Prose
Theme: Depression
While strolling under the blazing sun, blinding darkness engulfed every step of my feet. Although I tried to flee, nothing could be seen.
What was the point of the gloom coming after me?
My body slowly caved into exhaustion, stomach churning, and excessive perspiration. I grasped for help as the light left my vision completely. It was when the day had been defeated by the night.
I was touched on the cheek while I was dozing and was lifted out of my slump by a gust of frigid wind. I gave myself a hug as my eyes slowly started opening, and then I glimpsed the lit road leading back to my home.
When I returned, I pondered the hands that had rescued me. I felt like they were holding me up in the pitch blackness. The phantom that veered off of my course had vanished because a sinking path would yield to good hands.
Cartoon by: Patricia Dayao
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