Fate.

You feel like everything is crumbling.

The earth beneath your feet is quick sand.

Haphazard thoughts lead to haphazard decisions;

Bad consequences,

more emotions.

Leaving only half your shaking body above the surface.

You scream help for days until your torso becomes weak,

your bottom half is numb.

Then a boy comes from behind a tree, and presents himself.

Your whisper for help plays on his heart and he starts to pull you from the sand.

It takes a while but your thighs are now above the surface,

and you feel like all is not lost.

But as he pulls you out, he is hurting your now bruised hand.

You cannot handle the pain and you yell for him to cease.

He is stunned and does not know what to do.

He turns around and walks away.

Another day passes and you manage to get yourself out of the hole.

Weak, you stumble about trying to find your Samaritan,

realising that your chances of survival without him are slim to none.

You search the debris, looking for him, but he is gone now.

You are by yourself and you have to strengthen your weak calves and stand on your own.

Do not be afraid. If he is meant to be your savour,

He will come back. Fate will bring him back,

and his loyalty will grow stronger.
Until then stand alone, waiting.

Photography by James Clarke of Pin Point Photography.

The poem before is original. Feedback would be nice :)

Love, Kamilah <3.