Head Shot

She led me by the hand, out into the middle of the deepest darkest forest that she could find. Led like a lamb to the slaughter. The smell of blood was in the air. The blood of self, soon to be shed. Fully aware of my impending doom, I followed. I trusted her that much. She judged my end to be of that day. In her judgement, I did trust. The time was at hand. I submitted myself to the earth from which I came. To my knees I did drop, my usefulness depleted. The feel of the cold blue steel press to my head. Bang then bang and bang again. The deed was done. Her will was done. She turned and walked away. My life's force flowed freely from my mortal wounds. My life's blood, it's scent filled the air, it's taste filled my mouth. In an instant my life flashed before my eyes. The will to live it saw a purpose, a purpose to live. A child, a child, who needs his father. I gathered up what little strength that I could muster, From somewhere deep inside I found this strength and out I crawled on my hands and on my knees, my lifes blood rushing, gushing from my wounds all the while. The hardest thing I ever had to do. But do it I must, for my son's sake. For my son, and self. I know not why I had to die that day. But I now know why I had too live. It was my life that I saved on that day and I am back and I am stronger than ever. She reaches out her hand to me from time to time, for she now sees the worth in me, that was there all along. Why for a time she could not see it, I will never know. All I do know is that I could never take hold of that hand, and walk through those woods in trust with her again. Written October 1st, 1996 © on Oct 01 2001 07:20 AM PST   0 • 8