100-Word Memoir
At all times!
I touch the pit with my bare hands.
In the deepest dark, my senses are as void as my feelings.
With wet eyes, I struggle hard to swallow the pain.
Breathing in the air relieves me a bit, at least for that moment.
One cannot fall further from this rock bottom becomes my only hope.
Her image of standing tall makes my stance seem very small.
They call her the strongest, the bravest, the most resilient.
I am reminded of what it took to become her.
Sometimes, seeing myself through their eyes prompts me of who I am: The Unbreakable!
© Tamil, 2022
This story was written in response to KiKi Walter’s prompt:
My Magic Bytes 
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