I am a shadow of who I was.
Pushed past limits.
Forced to endure.
Exploited.
Damaged.
Not yet broken.
Not moving forward.
I simply mark time.
What is the point?
For all, the end is the same.
Whether tomorrow, next week, month or decade, it will be over.
Is false hope for tomorrow a cruelty?
Even if neither false nor cruel, is it worth the probable continued suffering of today?
A suffering that is very real!
The stories I tell are of those damaged by life,
and pushed so far some are broken.
“Who am I?”
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales. I am an author of scarcely any renown. However, as a storyteller, I know who I am, and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable.
I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.
Thank you,
Joe
Short Story Scribe 
I really felt this! I am broken (read why on my blogging site), but not without hope. However, I do relate to those thoughts and feelings that sometimes say “why bother.” Thank you for expressing these concise, easy to empathize with, feelings.
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TJ
Thank you for reading and commenting. It is my desire to share and tell stories from the perspective of those who don’t overcome their obstacles. Perhaps, they will spark conversation and lead to deeper understanding. That is, if they actually get read.
I have explored your site and am said for what you have experienced, however, what you are doing will help so many.
Thank you again,
Joe
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