Well finally I have another blog entry. Today will have nothing to do with Japan. This original short story is dedicated to my mom. Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone.
A young woman stumbled to the entrance of a cave.
The outside of the chasm was gnarled and mean,
its inards dark and dense.
As she stared into the abyss,
a voice crept slowly through the darkness filling her ears,
"Fear me young soul, I will swallow you in shade. Turn back".
Fatigue and doubt shot through the young woman's legs like a shriek in the dead of night. Her shoulders and back pulsed with weakness, tired from carrying her burden so long. Her fingers, palms, and wrists shook slightly from the weight of the task at hand.
She had traveled so far. Across oceans she had come, over rolling hills and mountains she had journeyed, through wilting heat of the desert and humbling cold of the snow she had sojourned.
She wondered if strength remained to conquer her demon of the dark.
Her legs buckled again and with it came a howling cackle from the cave.
"You're tired girl, you've not the strength to move forward. Fear me, for I will swallow you whole".
The young woman heard the voice clearly, but did not feel fear.
Instead she felt hope; she felt her spirit. While doubt had menaced on the fringe
of her mind, her courage had never flickered. She thought, "I have been to ends of the earth
and back, I fear not death by demon or any other means". She would find solace in grace. She would fightwith every ounce of her soul.
With strength renewed she plunged into the cave.
The demon never stood a chance.
Love you mom,
feel better
John
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