I walk that threading string
The one that's preventing me from entering
The dark and empty abyss below
Until I reach the middle to take what's around me
How'd I get here?
Only heaven knows
But this definitely isn't heaven
And I'm pretty sure this isn't hell
I then realized
There's nothing but me and a string
But what's the string attached to?
I look up to Meet the faces
Of all my loved ones
I look behind me to see even more of them
But only those who've I've met in the past
Both sides standing on a little pillar
Everyone holding a piece of the string
I watch and see as they all smile behind me
Encouraging me that I could do it
That I could go forward
And move on
Move on from them finally
To the people who's been forwarding my life
So I take light steps careful not to fall
But the next steps are a bit trickier to take
I look back to see those of the past show a falter in their smile, clearly disappointed
And I watch as a few disappear into the abyss
I don't let that faze me
I keep on going and going
Oblivious to my stopping
To my hesitation
And what it's doing for both me and them
That is until I have only a few more steps from reaching the other side
Do I look up
To see one more smiling face welcoming me
Where'd everyone go?
I look back to meet the same thing except they don't look very happy
I face forward
Concentrating hard to do everything I can
From hesitating
But I can't help the feeling
I know I shouldn't look back but I want to so much
I couldn't resist the urge as I took one final glance
To see the sad spirit now worried...?
I then turn forward, close my eyes, and jump
But I don't feel a piece of string under me
Just a piece of hard rocks piercing my feet
And a sudden chilling atmosphere
I open my eyes
To nothing...
The people that were here...They're gone
The sky is now black
And the pillars toppled over
When I feel tears drop
That's when the realization hits
This place? It was my heart
Those people? People who I love and loved at some point
The pillars? The two sides of my heart
The string? That thin lasting hope I could actually move on
The lesson?
Moving forward can work both ways
For the people of the past who've already gone and forgotten you
And for the people who want to welcome you into their lives
But what if you can't move on?
Then you affect both sides
The ones from the past who don't even give a glance to you anymore and want you gone
And for those in the present who can't take
You're whining or stress or just can't wait
And it affects you too
They'll eventually leave
One by one
Until *Snap*
The string that held onto last faith has been snapped
It's all too late now
©raibear