Ice.
The shards lay at my feet, surrounding me. My bare feet are touching the freezing floor causing a deep pain in my arch. How am I supposed to move?
How do I get out when broken pieces lie everywhere around me?
Fire.
Hot fire. Singing my hair, stinging my eyes, grabbing my throat. Can't move. Too hard.
World goes black.
Water.
Pouring down on top of me. Washing the blood, sweat, tears, sadness away. Carrying all the bad in great currents pouring down on the side of the rocks.

In some ways, our lives resemble the elements.