The JKL Writings

I slowly open my eyes to view the sun shimmering across the water one last time. Before im greeted my death i feel a warm hand grab mine. i slowly rise to the surface and just before darkness engulfs me my lungs expand with the breath of life as i break the surface of the water. As i gasp for air i look up towards my rescuer. He has a large beard, somewhat skinny and hair down to his shoulders. He is still dry, He must have reached in and grabbed me while i was struggling. He look at me and said that i had little faith. I dont know why i doubted the fact that i could swim. Lord help me in my un belief. My name is Luke and i am a Peter.

Its getting harder to breath. I am trapped in this ocean with waves i cannot conquer. They wash over me and as i struggle for breath i can feel my limbs grow tired. The water is cold and is slowly paralyzing my body making my arms and legs immobile. i could hear my heart beat fast as i fell in but now its grown tired and has decided to slow down. slowly i begin to lose endurance as i sink down into the icy water. i know tis is the end. i take a deep breath before i sink hoping to have just a few more seconds left on this earth. blackness starts to engulf my mind. the ray of light… which was the sun… slowly fades away. My heart…is now pounding….slowly. My eyes start to close….and i accept death. With my lungs….about to burst… I slowly…pray. My eyes shut….goodbye.

Im scared. There is a war going on for my mind and i seem to be losing. All hope is lost and feel myself slowly giving in to the push and pull. See, i would be worried if there wasn’t a war going on inside me. It keeps us real. It lets us know that we are still fighting with every ounce in our being. It shows us how string we truly are. But that also worries me, for what if i turn the wrong direction? how strong will i truly become? Will i be able to stop myself? Will anyone be able to stop me? If we are so set on our tracks of life how big must the downfall be to stop us? We eventually have to hit rock bottom but the question is what do we do will ourselves? Will we pick our selves up and will heal our broken bones and bruised body? Or will we stay down and give up? The hardest part isnt going to be the climb. Its not going to be putting on a fake smile and wishing everything is ok. The hardest part will be not falling again. It will be walk. And it may be slow. But no matter what you do never give up! For if you give up it will truly show how weak you are. Keep walking, one foot at a time. It will hurt. It will burn. Your body will cry to end it. your mind will not tolerate the pain, bu your soul will push on. So grab that rope. and no matter how sore your arms are. no matter how tired your legs are. no matter how many parts of your body are telling you to stop you never stop pulling. You will win this battle and you will see the day of peace. This is just a valley but the peak is in view. All you need to do is take one step at a time.