No Escape

As I wander through these winding woods all I see are the vibrant green leaves on the trees. The sun is shimmering radiantly through these towering trees. Everything is calm and serene. Everything is at peace. I, myself, feel at peace here.

Then everything becomes dark and gloomy suddenly. I continue to press on. The deeper I go, the more I feel as though someone is following behind me, watching me, stalking me. A sudden fear had rushed over me. I look back to the once green woods and realize turning back is not an option. The once vibrant, serene woods are slowly fading to nothingness. Nothing more than a memory of what was. Simply just a reflection of my own mind.

I continue deeper and deeper into these hellish woods and the leaves are retardedly turning rogue. The feeling of somebody preying on me has heightened. I start a slow jog to accumulate distance between prey and predator and hoping my fears would cease. As I jog, blood red leaves begin to float to Earth's floor.

The feeling of somebody stalking me has yet to cease. In turn, I began to run. The more I ran, the more the blood leaves fell. They came crashing around me. They fell faster and faster the quicker and farther I ran. It was as if the winding woods had caved in around me. The woods had begun to encase me. It seemed as though they were trying to trap me. My fears would not leave my mind.

I ran faster, hoping to stumble upon an exit in the woods. My heart is racing faster. The anxiety of somebody following me has only become greater. I start screaming for help, begging for somebody to come to my rescue, praying for somebody to hear my lonesome cries for a saving grace to come my way. I pleaded with HIM for salvation. Yet, nobody is hearing me. I scream louder as I begin to pick up momentum. The trees are clawing at my wrists and my thighs in turn, tearing my jeans. Faster and faster, I run. Louder and louder, I scream. The stalking feeling is lingering. Blood red leaves are consuming the woods. The trees are consuming me. The stalking feeling has yet to cease. It’s only gotten stronger. The trees have torn me to shreds much like my own thoughts.

I keep running trying to escape the past, praying for a better day, begging for help for what I’ve done, praying that these darkened woods aren’t my damnation. Begging I’m not stuck here forever, but it seems as though it’s my fate to stay here for some unknown reason.

Little had I known I was running in circles. There is no help. There is no turning back and no escape. I’m stuck running in these circles day in and day out. No escape from my fears. No escape from my tarnished mind. No escape from the trees tearing me apart, cutting me like razor blades. No escape from my sins.

It had begun to rain. Not vicious. Not violent. It rained as though the sky was sad. Soft raindrops dripped as if they tried to comfort me. I stopped running. I looked towards the sky, crying. Covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and tears. A tiny ray of light had finally broken its way through the sky. It poured down on me. I didn’t dare move. It was an angel telling me everything was okay. The whole sky began to clear up. The rain stopped. The sun shone again. The woods had returned back to the vibrant winding woods it once was. I just had to stop running for the dark and embrace it.