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Prompt 316 - Dilapidated - "Breaking Point" - Original
Title: Breaking Point
Prompt: 316 Dilapidated
Genre(s): Angst & Drama
Rating: PG
Word Count: 531
Summary: Michael's at his limit and he's about to fall apart
Breaking Point
Michael looked out into the distance, asking himself questions he would never be able to answer. Why was he chosen to lead so many fearful people into a war? Why was he the father figure to a girl posessed by a servant of his enemy? Why were the pieces still missing?
He needed something - something firm and strong to keep him in place. His heart was growing unbearably heavy, overriding him with guilt of his wrongs, though he felt he was doing right at the time. The pain was deep, but present.
He wrapped his arms around himself, wishing his wings would sprout now so that he could fly to the Heavens for help, but instead he fell to his knees and wept. The Archangel was lonely and cold, crying out for saving when he was supposed to be the faithful general of the One who had already secured his salvation. He was breaking and bleeding on the inside.
"God!!" He screamed out to the rocks below him, making the earth shudder with his fists that hit the ground hard enough to make them crack open. "Help me! I can't do this alone!"
Desperation was bleeding from his throat, pouring out in his words and tears that he cried with every emotion he had. This freedom of emotion wasn't enough for him, because he needed something more - something to empty his soul, but fill his spirit. Water couldn't quench his thirst for comfort, nor could bread nourish the wound in his stomach.
Tearing and breaking, Michael felt his spirit trembling inside him, as if it cried for release. Within its cage, it was trapped like an animal, barking and whining to escape. Was this how Reia felt like when she would try so hard to suppress that creature within her?
Michael gripped at the dirt and ran his fingers through it, clawing at the earth mercilessly like a dog. He couldn't stop crying, his tears blinding him and his eyes pounded hard against his sockets, pulsating violently like his heart. Everything in him was shattering now, turning to dust and resting in his emptiness. Was this his final stage of breaking?
Then he breathed, inhaling the scent of the wind that swept over him. It was crisp and cool; refreshing... soothing. "Lord... are you still with me?"
His question wasn't answered by words, or really any action, but a feeling in his heart. His hand came over his chest to feel the pulse slow to a normal rate, and he looked up into the clouds, finding the one opening that showed a clear path to Heaven. The sun warmed him and calmed his radical spirit, gently sweeping away all of his fears by just looking at it. He felt whole again and with a smile he opened his arms to the sky.
"I will be your tool, your hands, your will. Strengthen me again to do what you ask, and I will do it all for your glory. Thank you for taking away the emptiness I had. It will be no more and I praise your name for it. My heart is ready to fulfill your word."
Prompt: 316 Dilapidated
Genre(s): Angst & Drama
Rating: PG
Word Count: 531
Summary: Michael's at his limit and he's about to fall apart
Michael looked out into the distance, asking himself questions he would never be able to answer. Why was he chosen to lead so many fearful people into a war? Why was he the father figure to a girl posessed by a servant of his enemy? Why were the pieces still missing?
He needed something - something firm and strong to keep him in place. His heart was growing unbearably heavy, overriding him with guilt of his wrongs, though he felt he was doing right at the time. The pain was deep, but present.
He wrapped his arms around himself, wishing his wings would sprout now so that he could fly to the Heavens for help, but instead he fell to his knees and wept. The Archangel was lonely and cold, crying out for saving when he was supposed to be the faithful general of the One who had already secured his salvation. He was breaking and bleeding on the inside.
"God!!" He screamed out to the rocks below him, making the earth shudder with his fists that hit the ground hard enough to make them crack open. "Help me! I can't do this alone!"
Desperation was bleeding from his throat, pouring out in his words and tears that he cried with every emotion he had. This freedom of emotion wasn't enough for him, because he needed something more - something to empty his soul, but fill his spirit. Water couldn't quench his thirst for comfort, nor could bread nourish the wound in his stomach.
Tearing and breaking, Michael felt his spirit trembling inside him, as if it cried for release. Within its cage, it was trapped like an animal, barking and whining to escape. Was this how Reia felt like when she would try so hard to suppress that creature within her?
Michael gripped at the dirt and ran his fingers through it, clawing at the earth mercilessly like a dog. He couldn't stop crying, his tears blinding him and his eyes pounded hard against his sockets, pulsating violently like his heart. Everything in him was shattering now, turning to dust and resting in his emptiness. Was this his final stage of breaking?
Then he breathed, inhaling the scent of the wind that swept over him. It was crisp and cool; refreshing... soothing. "Lord... are you still with me?"
His question wasn't answered by words, or really any action, but a feeling in his heart. His hand came over his chest to feel the pulse slow to a normal rate, and he looked up into the clouds, finding the one opening that showed a clear path to Heaven. The sun warmed him and calmed his radical spirit, gently sweeping away all of his fears by just looking at it. He felt whole again and with a smile he opened his arms to the sky.
"I will be your tool, your hands, your will. Strengthen me again to do what you ask, and I will do it all for your glory. Thank you for taking away the emptiness I had. It will be no more and I praise your name for it. My heart is ready to fulfill your word."