My crucifiction and resurrection

I clutched at the walls that surrounded me. A choked cry escaped my lips. The darkness and the loneliness seeped into my soul through the environs. My eyes squeezed shut and the rivulets of tears trickled to the floor soundlessly. It was so hard to breathe. The agony wrenched me , making me writhe and twist. And yet, I willed myself to be still. "Just for tonight", I whispered to myself. "It will all be over" I gritted my teeth. But isn't this what I always wanted to feel? Excruciating agony, euphoric joy....the myriad colours of life...I feel so torn, so shattered even as I look back...

I sat ,unawares, on the precipice of my existence. Lifeless, the very colour of existence was sapped by the shackles that chained me. I lay there panting for breath when I felt a whiff of air. I breathed in deeply, almost choking. I gazed disbelievingly at the hint of light, almost afraid that it was an illusion, a conjuring by the fatigued imagination. But it was not.....