10 years earlier: The Beginning
Approaching my end, I tread along Birch Bridge overlooking the river and I am ready to jump.
My last few moments set in a loop reverberating around my tortured mind’s echo chamber.
And yet I smile at the irony of the water’s ripples that seem to symbolise the potential of a new beginning.
The past is in my hands but inside I am lifeless.
But it is too late for me.
I have found solace in solitude and it is time for me to go.
My sins command me to cleanse my soul.