Beast

I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes, the sky was its inkiest black – the colour before dawn. Disoriented, all I knew was that I had to get out of there. So I got up, and stumbled into what felt like the bark of a tree. The low hanging branches scratched my face but I braved their sharp sting and moved forward. None of that mattered anymore – except getting away before it came back…

winter-203548_640I had scarcely moved when I heard the sound of its feet cracking the dry twigs and dead leaves as it moved towards me. “How did it know so quickly!?! I have to get away!!“, I thought terrified. Afraid that I would end up on the floor of the woods just like those leaves, I abandoned all effort of moving as quietly as possible and began to run towards what I hoped was freedom. But, with every step forward, instead of getting further away from it, the Beast only seemed to gain on me. It was so close I could almost feel its foul breath on my neck.

At last, I could see the clearing. But as I got close, it caught up and knocked me down. While I lay there, sobbing and screaming hysterically, the Beast stood over me and I saw the strangest thing in its eyes – triumph, of some sort. The Beast pushed me hard into the ground and just when I feared the worst was upon me, it began to walk away; almost sure I wouldn’t escape even if left unguarded. As I lay there, petrified with fear I tried to clear my mind. “Had this happened before?“, I asked myself. “Why didn’t it just kill me? Why did it walk away? Does it think it’s got me beat?”

As the cloud of confusion slowly lifted, I realized that I had been running from this very Beast for a long long time. But, I was done running.

I desperately felt the ground beside me for something to use as a weapon. As my fingers closed around a heavy branch, I took a deep breath and hit it, with everything I had. In its agony, it rolled about finally lying still, just beyond the trees.

I couldn’t believe what I had done and longed to look at the creature whose death had brought my release. As the first rays of the sun painted the black sky orange and dawn arrived, I saw its face…

The Beast was me…

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The biggest thing holding me back my whole life has been myself. Constantly doubting my ability to do anything and fear of not meeting my own expectations and standards, let alone those of others, have been my biggest hurdles. Yesterday, I read this at Damien Riley‘s blog: “Rapunzel up in her tower had an excuse: she was held captive.” and it spoke to me…

The time to slay the Beast has arrived.

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Written for the Write Tribe Blog Carnival – 1.

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20 comments on “Beast

  1. shanx says:

    Very well narrated Preeti! And the beast has been slayed, finally 😉

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  2. Often, we are our own worst enemies! Great narration!!

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  3. Heart pounding narrative. Sometimes, we run away from our strength and courage.

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  4. That’s really a great piece of writing. I think a lot can be read into it individually. For me, the beast takes many forms. Thank you for the mention, nice to meet your blog! Keep up the good work, I’ll be back!

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    • Preeti says:

      Thank you so much Damien. That post of yours really got me thinking….thanks for getting the brain working! 🙂
      Looking forward to seeing you here again!

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  5. That weapon was courage! Very well written.

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  6. uma says:

    Superb! we all seem to have the same beast within us and it’s time we slay it. I loved the story format to describe the beast, Preeti.

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  7. nabanita21 says:

    That moment of clear thinking, that one moment that brings things to perspective…beautifully written…Keep’em coming

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  8. Ranju says:

    ‘The beast was me…’ the moment of revelation. Looking forward to more of your posts. 🙂

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