We’ve all been in this situation before.
Sitting in your car.
Alone.
Pondering Life.  Considering the pros and cons. Deciding if it’s the best to stay.
The keys in your hand.  As if this act of starting the car, you can somehow control your own destiny.  As if its your only power.
Power.
Something we’ve all wanted more of.  Don’t lie to yourself, haven’t you ever wanted the power to reach over to your classmates , teachers, brothers, sisters, parents, bosses, friends, enemies, politicians, celebrities, God, and squeeze their necks, seeing their fear and panic an their eyes as they mouth the words, “don’t, please, help, sorry, stop.”
We all want power.
Most of us, though, are born into normal, everyday lives, where your expected to live with the power you’ve been given.  Either a great lot of it, or barely enough to have an influence over anything.  But that’s okay.  Because no one really cares about you anyway.
In this world, you are
alone.
Your pain never lessens as the cruel, cold, hungry world, closes its hands around your throat.  You struggle, and you manage to breathe.  But the pain never kills you, of course. Oh, no.
Your not that lucky.
Don’t you see? The world only wants to bring you down, never kill you.  It needs you, it feeds off your pain.  How?  Well, through the people.  Others, it promises escapes for a while from the pain, as long as they put it on another.  Of course all of us would give in to that small chance at freedom.
We’ve all been in that situation.
All anyone has tried to do is duck through and get by with the meager source of power we have, by growing little by little on it.  But, unfortunately, the world comes, and dashes any hope you can rise from the ashes like a phoenix. Your boss saying to get your lazy ass up, you’re fired.  Your mother saying she can’t wait for you to move out, and away.  How it will finally bring the family peace.  The ladies from your church coming up to you, and saying, What a nice young person you were, what happened?  God will never accept you if you keep at it.  Politicians saying war is evil, as then they say it’s okay to slaughter unborn people.  Oh well, it’s their way to power.
The keys in your hand are to the car your parents took away two days ago.  The night sky is as black as death you wait eager for.  It calls to you in soft seductive voices.  It says, Come, end your pain, the only power you have is the power over your life.  Once that’s gone you will be free. Come…..
Your parents, younger brother and sister, are quietly sleeping.  Their heads filled with frivolous views and thoughts on life, how it’s going to get better.  However you knw the real truth,
It never will.
You stick the keys into the starter and the car purrs to life as a tiger’s stomach growls from starvation.  You put the car in reverse and back it up into the black in the black night.  The stars beckoning you.  No music blares form your car, just whispers, but now warnings arise. No, stay, think about the others……   The black part of you says, Only I give the power to them to hurt me, after I’m though, they will really be lost.  You laugh at that though.
You head towards the bridge, the same one you used to play on when you were only five, and the world held lose grips on you, only to surprise you with its fearsome power, once you realized it had its coarse hands around you.
You park the car, get out into the cool night.  Come…….
You look at the slow, moving, cool, water.  It beckons to you also.  Only now the world tightens its grip around your throat. NO, I will NOT lose another!  You are with me until I say you can GO!.  You shake these words from your head with putting your hands around your ears.  You violently laugh and scream back, Not today! I have my own power.  And I use it tonight, my only power over you damned world, MY LIFE!
You laugh as you fall, your hair blows in the wind. A smile falls upon your face.  You cabn feel the power rise.
Your Free.
We have all been in this situation before.