She sits alone in the darkness, scared and crying and wondering how and when she will find her way out or if it will ever happen. The smell of dirt and moss overwhelm her. The night sounds try hard to drown her thoughts. She's not sure how she got there, it was such a nice day when she started out, the sun was shining bright, the forest was so enticing, almost calling her to it, she just resist. But something happened and she wasn't paying attention to where she was or how far she'd gone and then the sun disappeared and the clouds rolled in. Darkness was now all around her, cold and unfeeling. She struggled to find her way out, turning and running this way and that, but the further she went the more confusing her journey became. It was so dark now she could no longer see the sky. It was like a dark tunnel with no light in sight and she was falling faster and faster. She was searching for a handle to grasp, something, anything would do but there was nothing in sight, no way to get a grip on anything.
The trees began to close in on her making her feel even more insignificant. she huddled inside a fallen tree, that with time had been eaten away and was now just a shell, and that was her place of refuge. There she would wait untill morning and perhaps then she would begin her fight for life again.
Julie Senechal
March 2, 1995
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