Lend a Hand

A muse takes a hold of you like a torrent of wind whipping across your back. No, it doesn't hurt; it pushes you forward like a bullet searing for its target. You feel heat well up inside. It's comforting, and empowering. You can do this. You can succeed—and, you shan't falter.

But, that heat runs cold. You've been at it for too long. You stumble—and tumble—down the very hill you just climbed.

You're at the bottom. A thick mist stretches in every direction you see. It creeps into your bones and makes your bones—and essence—shudder. But, this is hardly irrelevant. You can't see the bright shinning beacon at the top of the hill anymore. All you see is the bloody fog. Bloody—not far from the truth; your vision turns scarlet as rage clouds your vision. You are angry (and obviously frustrated) at your predicament.

Do you give up?

Thousands of people are bullied each year. Bullied for being brilliant. Bullied for the way they are born. All they want to do is reach the top of the hill; yet, people go out of the way to push them down the hill. They are encased by the mists of gloom. They don't know how to get out—and, they don't know how to deal with it. In they end (sadly), some people end up giving up. This is not their fault; repression bring depression—and that altogether is not good.

So, if you ever see someone getting bullied, stand up for them!
Because, we—as humans—cannot stand alone.