Kelvin M. Knight
There’s something in this snow which reveals something in me. These footprints, appearing, deepening, deepening, then disappearing as if never they were.
I am though. For all my darkness, I know I am. This numbing whiteness cannot take away I am. I am here. I am undefeated. I am on top of the world. I am looking, looking, looking and seeing nothing. I am so cold I am burning alive.
Behind me, those footprints that were my knees, my hips, my shoulders. My head. All I know is these footprints trudging through my head.
To get here. One foot after one. To achieve this. To achieve something… good and true. No one can ever take this away from me. No matter what they say about me. No matter what they do to me. This is my everest.
Mine to embrace.
Mine to willingly share.
Mine to offer everyone hope.
The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
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