Merci

It is during the empty moments of lazy afternoons or busy evenings, that I think of your pain, and the cause of it. The atrocity of time or the cruelty caused on my behest. Who knew life would alter? But it did. Who thought I would falter? But I did. As your despair heightens, it reaches to me. As my misery rises, I cease to see. It's a funny little tango, with tormenting dancers. I am the criminal and also the victim. Of a questionable tale, with no answers. -Merci.

Boulders, stones and pebbles. They seemed to block my way.  I treaded precariously, as I slowly overcame each one of them. Yet I failed. Each time.  I did not understand why.  I cried, frayed and distraught.  Until I realized the biggest hurdle, I needed to overcome. Was myself. 

The turtle was nearing the summit. It had been quite an exhausting journey. Yet, he was so close to winning this race. Five years on the road, struggling to make it to the end. The turtle had taken quite a many bends. Crossed forests and narrow roads. Strived through shorter days and longer nights. Endless dreams. The hare had fallen asleep somewhere at a turn, far behind. Did he wake up soon after and take a detour? Who knew. The turtle did not care anymore. He did move really slowly, the turtle had realized. So many years had passed. But for now the race for the turtle wasn't against another but against himself. And after all these odds, against all the obstacles and many beautiful pathways, here he stood very close to the finish line. Walking on the narrow ridge of the mountain range he found himself at a cliff with a narrow pit between himself and the victory flag. He would certainly have to leap over this to the other side. Or perhaps, learn to fly. Could he do th...