Will she, won't she?

She was in a ditch. No, she was in an abyss, at least that’s what it felt after her endless tries of climbing out of it only to slip deeper into it again. Some tried to help. Sometimes she tried to help herself. Nothing worked.

Several years later, after arduous meditation, she summoned up a storm. And that which manifested lifted her gracefully out of darkness, into another world, very far from where she never wanted herself to be. Time healed her and she forgot the abyss but it did not forget her. It walked with her night and day, between her smiles, amidst her chatter, camouflaged in the cape of fear.

Several more years later, something happened. She realized that the fear was not of the abyss alone. Like green fungus, it had made its way into every nerve of her soul. She has to claw her way out of the evil grunge for, she knew, once devoid of that, any peak worth conquering, was accessible. And she knew, this time, she has to summon a storm within herself. It may leave her whole new world shattered or it may turn out just fine. There was no way to know.

The fear that clutched her so unforgivingly had to be shrugged off. But will she gather the will to summon the storm? Will her thirst to see the world at her feet overpower her fear to tumble into another abyss again? Someone hopes. I hope so too.