In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other”. Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.
My six words are walking with my head held high.
Since I had my fall
I lost much, not all
It’s been years
I’ve gained some fears
I resembled a turtle
Many obstacles had I to hurdle
My neck withdrawn
I had to be strong
Dark clouds took over my life
Avoided crowds and all strife
A shell of the man I used to be
I had no plan, my life, a mystery
The system, I was at their mercy
I had to jump, bow, and curtsy
I was no longer a human being
I was a number, never truly seen
Assumed to be lying
I kept on trying
Test after test
I gave it my best
Suddenly, a breakthrough
This had to be true
You can have the surgery
We will let it be
Now in recovery
I’m on a path of discovery
I still don’t know where I’m going
But bright lights are showing
This has all been a test
To bring out my best
To be a victim and cry
Or go on walking, with my head held high
