Rose In A Concrete World.

        This had to be a dream. I looked around; everything looked lifeless, yet beyond the monotony of grey anguish, brilliant colours from the horizon shone with radiance; giving me a reason to have faith, to believe that I would make it through whatever I was about to encounter.

        As reality hit me and I realised that this was not a dream I frantically tried to recall the happenings of the previous night. Strangely, I could remember nothing, except a strange reoccurring sound that echoed into the emptiness of my memory.

        Why was this happening to me? Why had my apparently normal life suddenly been banished from existence? My eyes searched the vast landscape for any sign of life. At that moment, a sudden sound hit my ears, that same sound, that same now familiar sound. It was sharp and seemed to have a purpose but what that purpose was I did not know.

        With my new found curiosity, I stood up slowly only to be pinned down again by a throbbing sensation in my right leg. Grasping it in agony I tried to ease away the pain. Though the physical pain died down, emotionally the situation that I had found myself in hit me hard. My will to survive was now merely like a flame of a candle flickering in the wind.

        Again, the same sound echoed through the vast nothingness of the world I was confronted with, but this time it was louder, this time the sound grabbed something within me; Something that brought on a sudden outburst of determination, a sudden urge to endure.

        With my new found confidence, I pushed myself to stand up. As I did, a sudden warmth swept over me, my face began to glow with a feeling that I thought I had lost for eternity.

        I saw my situation in a different light; the world around me was still grey but ahead of me stood the rising sun like a goal that had to be reached.

        There was a purpose to why I was here, this I now knew, and because of that purpose I knew that I had make it though whatever lay before me.

        Sadly, my moment of pure glory and resolution was dampened when rain begun to pour from the merciless sky, which had turned from clear blue to a dark and destructive grey. What could I do now? Everything around me seemed as if it had turned its back on me.

        In my heart, the desire to live still burned with an indistinguishable yearning but, my head had declared this wish impossible. How was I meant to defy nature? Defy the environment I was trapped in?

        Then, that same sound called out to me again, I listened carefully, it wasn’t a bell, it wasn’t a whistle it was much stronger than that….. It was my conscience, calling out to my soul, pushing me to take on the hardships that had bestowed themselves upon my shoulders.

        I couldn’t give up now, reality had become inevitable. I had to keep on going, I had to keep on surviving, I had to make it through. Why I was here didn’t matter anymore, how I was going to get out of this did. With this summation, I stood like a soldier preparing for battle, despite the attempts of the rain to dishearten my revived outlook on life.

        I looked around, everything was still morosely lifeless and yet something told me that, there was hope out there and that I would find my way out of this place.

        Regaining my confidence with every step I took, something inside told me that I was about to reach my journey’s end. Yet, somehow, I still did not understand why I was here, but that was insignificant, all I needed now, was to find my way out of here.

        I pushed my way through the now well-sodden grounds for hours on end. It seemed as if, nothing would ever change, it seemed as if I would be trapped in monotony forever, not being able to escape to the boundaries of freedom.

        As my anxiety increased and my body grew weary, I had begun to think yet again that there was no end to this nightmare of reality. Then, in the distance, my eyes spotted something of rare simplicity.

A single rose, stood bold, true to nature, in amidst the desolate plain of life. Hope grew in my heart; a sudden warmth filled my soul with enough reason to keep surviving. There was a way out of this dystopia, I knew that much. I knew it was not knowing where I was, or why I was here but it was taking on the challenge, taking on the journey and finding the rose in a concrete world.