From the Woods

I crawl through Darkness, the ever-present being, one I can’t touch but knows me completely.

Darkness wants to keep me here, in these woods, surrounded, lost. If I have no hope of escape, Darkness gets her wish. But if I find the way out, Darkness is powerless to stop me.

So I crawl, unsure of direction. I could be heading farther into her depths. But then, I see it: a light. It’s a pinpoint at first, but it gives me direction. And so I crawl.

Finally, I find Darkness’s edge, and peering out from the woods, I see hope.

This piece is in response to Charli’s prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes  an act of “peering from the woods.

I decided to write from my experiences with depression (which I wrote about in detail here), both being in its depths and in finding hope again.