I Will Survive.

[zoolane]

I Will Survive.

The day is damp with the moist in the air, and is linger to my skin. My skin is slim to the touch. My clothes feel like their are sticking to me for dear life. As I wand through the reminisce of golden land. My hand slow disappears into the dirt. Trying to reach the shore with the knowledge of what will happen if I don’t. Pull my body which very muscles aching with unbearable spasm with shooting pain. My joints are stiffing up with cold mist. I think hearing my bones creaking like rusty old hinge. With the strength I can gather, I tried to move forward but it at snail pace. The fined caramel grain creeps slow but that steady pace toward my chest. Suddenly bolt pain hit my stomach. I started to feel like need to vomit, surge hits my mouth. I spit out water with white foam.

My thighs are cramps and wants cave in but yellow earth won’t let them. My feet are heavy, feel like lead weight. I will not go down without fight.

[Delta40]

I really felt the weight of this piece. I felt I was trying to get to the bank myself Zoo. It is good to see you posting again. I would not end this with I will survive. It is too Gladys Knight for me and cliched and you already convey a fighting spirit.

[hillwalker]

A powerful piece - like a drowned woman's attempts to regain dry land (but also on another level someone battling against life and all it's troubles just to keep upright).

Good to hear your voice on here again.

H

[MystyrMystyry]

I've missed your unique style too Zoo - been re-reading a lot of your earlier pieces and they really are good, you know

Of course you know! This is no exception - I felt I was in the character's shoes from start to finish - that's solid writing!

[zoolane]

Thank you all for comments, still got lots on but I have missed everyone on the forum.