I crawl through the darkness. No longer able to walk. It’s quiet here. There’s no moon or sunlight to guide me, just my fingertips. Inch by inch they slide across the surface of the ground. Frost covered dirt and muck seep into the cracks of my hands and my fingernails. Every hour I crawl, they grow colder. Jagged rocks and razor sharp sticks claw and slash at my legs. Each movement I make caused another injury to reveal itself. My hair wet with sweat and blood hardens with the chilling breeze. Thoughts of fear and knowing I’m alone causes my brain to imagine what atrocities await me. My soul is broken and defeated.

I battled a fierce enemy for my survival. I built a wall made of stone, sweat and blood. A thick and strong wall to protect my weaknesses. It was thick and built high enough to touch the clouds, and able to stand firm against any foe. But to my discovery, betrayal and deceptions would pummel my wall to the ground. Defenseless, I still fought on, but my enemy was ruthless. With unrelenting attacks my bones shattered, my clothes left bloody and torn. With every breath, I fought to remain alive. Time froze, only to allow my heart and willpower to be ripped from my soul, and discarded as if they had no value. The battle now over, I sought death, only to stop the pain. But, death never showed. I am to be ostracized, to be made an example of for all eternity.

��My body was tossed into the darkness, However, I found a small gem of hope. A small tiny reason to move on. I seek daylight only to find a pathway to escape, and to pick up what’s left of me. All I need is a shimmer of light to find safety. There’s no one that can save me, I must do this alone. So when my wounds finally turn into scars and my strength returns, I will find a new path and a place to call home. I do not know if I will make it, but I must surely try. So, inch by inch I creep, through the darkness as a broken soul.