The Bottle

An empty bottle falls from my hand as I stumble across the floor. My head spinning as thought I have just gotten off of a merry go round that I was trapped on for hours. I try to stand up but stagger back and forth as I try to correct my vision that is impaired like an out of focus camera. Squinting my eyes to bring the doubles to singles I see a dark shadow in front of me. I reach out my hand to say hello as I feel the sharp cold piercing of needles pass through my body.

I go numb, my body stiff as though rigor mortis has just instantly set in. Unable to move I hear the faint laughing of someone behind me. Unable to move, I hear the shuffle of feet scoot closer to me. I feel hands upon my back bracing me, rocking me back and forth. My bones aching, my body shivering at the touch of these hands upon my back.

Another bottle falls and breaks upon the ground in front of my feet as glass hits my leg like shrapnel from a grenade. Bottle after bottle starts to fall and break upon the ground. The cold hands on my back push me forward, taking a step and putting it down on the broken glass that lay before me. I stop, I resist the pushing of this dark figure and I utter the words, "I am no longer your servant, I will no longer be what you want me to be, I will not be your puppet that you use for your own personal entertainment, be gone from me and let me live".

A loud ear piercing noise fills my ear almost busting my ear drum as though a bomb had just went off behind me throwing me forward with hands out landing in the glass which I know come to realize is the indirect comparison to my life.....shattered. Cut and bruised I bring myself back to my feet. Steady, vision corrected, no longer stammered. I realize that I don't need an empty bottle to cover the burdens but yet faith and confidence that I can do it on my own...