Tunnel Vision

I enter this tunnel and the shadows open up and swallowme. I'm surrounded by darkness and whispers emanating from unknown sources.There is no fear in me, as my heartbeat echoes I am sure I am in control here.Like I have some power over the darkness I choose not to express. I've walkedforward through this tunnel for a while now, but the exit is still not insight. No matter how far I walk, the entrance is always right behind me.Frustration starts to set in as I can't figure out why I can't see the exit.Maybe I'm being too hard on myself. My gasp bounces off the walls as somethingcreeps along my neck. It is an unmistakable, halting crawl of stiff hair thattouches me so lightly, I wonder if I felt anything. I swipe the back of my neckand the I feel the weight of the eight legged stalker as it thuds into theground. I sigh as I am glad to have gotten it before it bit me and changed meforever with its poison. Then I wonder if this damn tunnel has an end at all.Blast! I can't let that kind of thinking consume me. There has to be an end. Ormaybe, just maybe, I'm in the wrong tunnel and that's why the entrance neverleaves my reverse side. Its saying to me, "There is always a way out. Youjust have to turn around and see it."


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