Death, hope, and faith of a dream
I sing a song but no one listens all around me it is dark and I stand there wondering why it is so dark. All of a sudden I see a mirror in front of me at first I look at my self and think I am the most beautiful woman in the world, but I look in the mirror again and I see that my eyes are filled with tears and pain. I then look at my hands that were on my body I lift them up and I am covered with blood. Everything becomes blurry and unfamiliar I start to fall, and I start screaming as though the world was coming to an end--my world every thing that I stood for all my hopes and dreams were disappearing as if I was never born. I hear my family and friends cry as if they’re going to lose me forever. I start getting more scared and I scream so loud, after that I am unable to see anything anymore. However I am able to hear everything, but I am still horrified at the events that occurred two hours ago. At the same time I am losing conscientiousness, but then I hear a voice that is not my own, it is a voice that is gentle, strong, and reliable. He starts to tell me while I am still breathing to hold on to him and not let go, because he will save me from my hell and put me back on solid ground—the ground of the living and where I can have another chance to be who I am. I do as I am told, because I would rather live than to die and purgatory. As he is holding me he puts his hands on my eyes at first I am not sure what he is doing, but then I realize he is trying to heal my eyes so that I can see. He keeps touching my ears, side, and heart until I am able to see everything including him I can do every thing that living people can do. Then I look at him and I say “Who are you, what is your name, and where did you come from.” he tells me that he is Christ that he came from the city of his father and that he is the son of God. When I hear this I can’t believe what he is telling me—is he for real, and then he tells me that he can give me another chance to live if I want to. But, he already knows my answer and it is a definite yes. He takes my hand, opens the door, and takes me to my life. I then awake in a hospital bed to all of my friends and family and I thank God for giving me another chance to live. Because the greatest gift that you ever have is your life and you should hold on to it. Fight the fight that needs fighting—your life, your gift, your faith, and journey.