Patches of Darkness


 

A figure crouched,
perched upon a fragile
slate ledge. Constructed of
doubt, fear, pain, betrayals.
Each layer more tenuous then
the next.

Darkness encompassed
her. Each movement
brought crackling sounds under foot.
Sending terror into her heart.

This dark was not the mere
absence of light.
It was tangible,
smelling of rotting flesh,
tasting of bile.
Deep moans of agony
arose from the depths
sending shivers
to rake at her soul.
It was not the
darkness of death.

Pain and suffering built
this prison of sorrow.
Death would be mercy
but
no mercy existed here.

No way out!
One shift could
shatter the ledge dooming
her to the depths.

Not moving would be
accepting this existence
allowing it to devour
her soul.

Opening her eyes
confirmed the blackness
all around.
From somewhere above
a falling stone bounced
off the walls of the abyss.

Her eyes opened wide as a
tiny pinpoint of light
pierced the void. It was
so bright and beautiful
that she sat up to
get a better look.

More stones tumbled
downward giving
entrance to several more
rays of light. She was
transfixed by the increasing
beams that began to illuminate
her prison.

Getting to her feet
ignoring the cracking ledge
brought huge pieces of the
wall down. flooding the abyss with
radiant light.

Tears streamed as
her eyes recognized the
form of a long
staircase leading upward
sitting only
six inches
from her precarious perch.

For the first time in forever,
she took a step
out of misery and toward
the light of hope.
Each step she advanced
filled her with wonder
and awe as the dark abyss
was being transformed
into a pure column of
brilliant light.

The air was sweet and crisp
with the fragrance of spring.
Every breath tasted of
honeysuckle renewing her soul.

Patches of darkness remained here
and there along the column walls.
A momentary look back toward
the perilous perch she had
occupied for so long
sent a shiver to her spine.

All she had to do was move,
take a step,
keep going.
So much time wasted.
So much suffering
So much agony.
For what purpose?

How many others are
clinging to their
ledges hoping things will get
better but choosing not to
open their eyes and see
beyond the darkness?

Eyes now transfixed upon the
distant exit she did not see Him
scurrying up the dark walls.

The next step she took
brought stabbing pain to
her legs.
She looked down to see
wretched claws digging into
her flesh.

He did not want her to leave.
He would try everything to stop
her from ascending the abyss.
He did not like to lose.

She steeled herself against
the pain, against the terror,
and took another step.

He was wounding her flesh,
clawing at her legs,
reaching into her body and
crushing her bones.

Tears streamed down
her face but she would not
stop her ascent. Each step brought
agony and resolve. He will never
win, I will make!

As She neared the top,
She collapsed upon the stairs.
She heard his malicious laugh
because he thought he had won.
She lay very still for a moment or two
sobbing in pain and from the burden
of suffering for so very long.

His laughing halted
when she raised her head
Looked back toward
where her legs had been.
They were gone,
destroyed by his relentless
attacks. Every movement brought searing
pain as deformed bone rubbed against bone.
He had destroyed her body thinking he
would crush her spirit and steal her hope.

With heavy laborious breaths,
“You will never stop me! You can
take my legs and destroy my body,
You can destroy my beauty and
cause my countenance to be
monstrous but you will not stop me!
Do your worst, for this body is but
a shell and means nothing to me.
I will reach the door and leave this
evil prison and you have no
power over me! You have
lost so return to hell
from whence you came!”

His dark expression shifted
from shock to fury and just as he
was about to lunge at her
shining figures began to appear
upon the staircase. One
upon each step reaching toward
her. As her eyes adjusted,
she recognized the figures
as all those whom she loved and
who loved her. Tears filled her
eyes once more but this time in
joy and happiness. The immense
love being projected toward her
caused him to lose his grip
and fall back into the abyss.

The figure upon the step she was laying
was the man who she loved more
than life itself. He took her in his arms
and kissed her tears away whispering
sweet words of love and devotion.
“My darling, you will never
have to fight alone again. I am
here to protect you. We are all here and
our love will carry you to the end.”
Each word he uttered was
salve to her brokenness. She
knew beyond all doubt that
nothing would stop her
from reaching the top now.

The darkness may claim her
broken body but her soul
would always be free.
The love and prayers of
all whom she loved
would sustain her,
would feed her spirit,
would gird her with strength,
and would fill her with an everlasting hope.

As her lover lifted her, she clung to him
desperately even though she
knew he would never, ever
let her go.

No matter the number of
battles in front of her
she knew with every
fiber of her being
that she had already
won.

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