Desolated

Feel like a bird shot in mid air swirling down ? Straight down to the ground I , stayed frozen dead for few hours, my subconsciousness  taking flight to the realms undefinable . I began  counting  numbers to break through the colossal opacity ahead.  I stretch my nerves to knot them to the reed but they slip several times.I find flashing stripes with every unsuccessful attempt .Somebody was telling me to emerge. I am struggling hard to regain my conscious. I am traveling through long tunnels of subliminal . It was a very hard journey. I am rowing with bare hands to dissipate the intangible encompassing. Each time I stumble I gather myself again to put both ends together profusely sweating.It is hard job. It requires lot of precision.I think I am just about to make it.Yes. In a while I began to creep tardily quite not sure of attainment. Oblivious of my onward trip, like subordinate ordered to carry an dispassionate act I carry forward.I slipped once again on my way but could trace back my threads quickly. As I go further there appear to be some traces of faint lighting. I thrash to the walls with wild rapidity. All at once I zoomed to the temporal disclosure with a jolt.

Yes it is a terrestrial landscape. I can sense squeaking birds and hustling trees.Enormous light pierce my eyes. I battle a while to open them. My body seemed to have frozen. I hear my hands crunch while making a petty movement. I plod my fingers like I do with logs. Frost sheds from my frigid shoulder while I heave it to the height. I am able to guess I have survived fatal shoot. I am back. Back to the world of splendor. Back to the world of tribulations.I am free to reckon what I receive. Manifestly soul survives as I understand. Never let the sorrow to batter your soul. A piece of it is coming back when I stretch my hand deliriously. I pine to snuggle to it when I stop bleeding.