The Trial

Paralysed by fear.

Indecision spurns anxiety, narrowing the window between deciding on an action and where no action becomes an action in itself.

Focus.

Step out, survey.

Stare down each path, each choice, weigh up and analyse the risks and the rewards, those who will be helped, and those who will be harmed by your choice.

Panic grows with the responsibility that comes with awareness.

Who are you to choose? What possible value do you have? To make these life altering decisions without consent of others?

Turn inward.

Hate. Hate self. Feed on others. Fuel hate.

Take the path of least resistance?

Walk, claustrophobic alongside fellow sufferers, light at the destination blocked by shuffling grey empty souls.

Desire to escape grows. Break through the throng, ignore angry shoves in the back. Perhaps they push forward?

Off the path, darkness. Swim through. Find another path.

Exalted, set forward once more.

Clear ahead, run cackling past old souls, feel their envious stares.

Suddenly stop.

Look back at the other path. See them from your new vantage. Tired eyes, furrowed brows. Tears.

Fly back. Give directions.

Silence. Avoidance. Shout and scream, stupefy.

One looks up, hopeful.

Smile, take their hand, pull them out.

Walk on. Don't look back.