Thursday, August 19, 2010
Jerking her head away from the fathoms of the evil void she frantically looked right, then left, no one was there. Panic took hold it’s deadly grip. Eyes wide-open, breathing shallow and rapid, she knew the race was on. She knew the panic could take her down. “Deep breathes, slow down, think,” she said over and over. But the numbing chant she was repeating always gave way to, “Can you make it to the other side?”
She could still hear the wicked threat as she jumped back from the jagged rim. The abyss had no end, neither left nor right, and down held only darkness. “Oh, how am I to reach the other side?” she thought as her legs began to tremble. Without notice the calmness of the chant turned to anger, and she heard herself scream, “I do not fear you, why won’t I make it to the other side?”
Tears streaming down her face, panic painfully losing grip, the agony of defeat sat in. She knew giving up was not an option, anger no solution and prayed now, defeat not be the outcome. “Help me, help me; I know not what you ask of me,” she sobbed. But the evil abyss just glared, it said nothing.
Realizing her legs could stand no more; she sat. Knees bent to her chest, arms folded and head tucked tight, she sobbed. For hours the tears flowed freely, suddenly she could not breath. Flinging her head to the sky she gasped, breathing just enough to complete one last wail. “Help me,” she begged, “Why I am even here?”
Again the evil black abyss did not respond….
Staring blindly through the tears looking questionably across the dark divide, a flicker did appear. “What….,” squinting her eyes for clarity “could it have heard my plea?” No, the flicker had heard no plea, and as quickly as it had been, it was no more.
But the flicker had stirred a wind; she could feel it on her face. Closing her eyes she felt despair, she felt defeat as the gentle breeze blew pass. The mystery wind was on a journey and as it passed her ears, it whispered.
“We all have an evil darkness we must span, sometimes they do speak. But be still my child, sob if you must, scream if you need but do not listen to the darkness from within. Let your heart guide you, your inner light will overcome.”
With the passing of the wind, calmness was all that remained. Sitting sober, eyes still shut, she contemplated the whisper of the wind. Her mind now knew what her heart had learned from the whisper. “I can see in the darkness, this abyss is mine,” she declared.
Slowly opening her eyes she stood in total amazement. The abyss had vanished, was it ever really there? She turned to say thank you for the whisper from the wind, only to realize, no one can catch the wind.
But can you hear, the whisper of the wind?
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