Passage of time
The passage of time
Memories buried deep down in the dungeon of life, kept in darkness, covered with guilt, slime and torment.
A woman came to open the rusted lock. The door squealed, grinded on the cement floor. It gave in with great difficulty. The first light that appeared blinded me so. The woman helped to support me as we continued walking.
As I got accustomed to the light I noticed the person holding me resembled my younger self, me many years ago, closer to the time I was so fiercely thrown down into this dungeon.
Slowly we both ascended the stairs, taking time to rest my breath on each level, I gained more strength as we climbed all seven steps. On the seventh step I came face to face with an open door. Hesitation took hold of me as I arrived on the threshold of this radiating light.
To my surprise the woman holding me had disappeared. I had no idea when she had left my side.
I pushed one foot forward to finally come closer to the Light. It took a while for me to observe all of my surrounding. Standing there, I wondered why I had buried myself in darkness when, all along there had been all this light around me.