Where am I? Where is everyone? Why am I alone?
Frightened eyes cast about for any trace of light, heightened hearing listens intently for the smallest sound. Hands lightly trace jagged stone walls that cruelly cut and tear into soft hands. Feet try to find their way in the all encompasing darkness, stumbling over stones hidden in it's murky depths.
What is this place? How did I get here? Where is my beloved? Why is he not with me?
The slow drip of water come to the attention of heightened senses, drip, drip, drip. The sound seems magnified in the darkness, menacing and grim. A lithe body feels it's way carefully along the hard wall trying to find the source of the sound.
What is this place? Why do I not remember?
Legs give way as feet trip over a rock and helplessly the body crashes into the cold embrace water. Hidden rocks cut mercilessly into bared skin, mapping out thin lines across skin and muscle which spill over with a different liquid. The splash seems almost unbearably loud in the dark, breaking the deafening silence. Fabric clings to the body like a second skin, pressing against new and old wounds and making them itch and irritate.
Why do I not remember!
Frustrated sighes escape cracked lips as tears of anger spill over their shallow containers and slip slowly down round cheeks leaving unseen trails of frustration. The body wearily scrambles to it's feet, trying desperately to find a safe route through the perilous dark. Heaving itself out the water, the body moves round the walls of it's cage searching for a way out of the looming blackness, an inbuilt instinct for light coming to the fore of the mind.
Where did I get these wounds, twas not from the fall?
Body collapses to the ground, shaking from exhaustion and exertion. Trembling hands touch gashes and cuts made from cruel blades, tracing the contours of the wounds through the rips and tears in the fabric, dull aches suddenly becoming sharp pains as though recognising the exsistence of them enhances them. Unbidden words from the past, almost forgotten during the chasms of time that had passed.
Within each of us is a hidden store of energy. Energy we can release to compete in the trials of life. Within each of us is a hidden store of courage. Courage to give us the strength to face any challenge. Within each of us is a hidden store of determination. Determination to keep us trying when all seems lost.
Hauling itself up again the body determindly starts its fruitless search for light.
If there is a way in, there is a way out.
The mind pictures it's mate, the wise yet gentle face, benevolent eyes, kind smile, tender kisses and passionate touches. Memories keep the body going, pushing past limits and breaking boundries.
I will find you