Hope

Now strong enough, my journey toward the dark abyss begins. Already longing to turn back, I head into the black tunnel. With each step the light fades and my fear grows. The walls spin and cave in on me; I am lost in a wave of claustrophobia. Each tiny movement becomes a struggle, until I am squirming on all fours, forcing my way through the contracting walls. Yearning to scream and wail, I see a pinhole of light. My hope.