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  who have experienced abuse in one form or another.  to cherish life, instead of abusing and destroying it. Everyone in the town was afraid of the tunnel, for to look upon the mouth of it, One would think it was the entrance into an endless void. Every now and then red lightning streaked from the darkness and disappeared into the sky. No one knew where these flashes went but they were sure the place was cursed! Yes, pretty much everyone avoided that dismal place till one day a young woman happened upon it looking for Sanity Poppies. These types of flowers were very rare but everyone looked for them. They were told to be of yellow in color with a pink center. Now being of a curious nature, the young woman looked at the tunnel most peculiarly. The longer she starred, the more she noticed a sense of rhythm in the tunnels dark swirls. IT seemed there was a goodness about it, although, it also scarred her. She found herself walking up to the entrance so to take a closer look at this curious sight. In doing so, she observed scarlet edges to the waves that seemed as sharp as to cut the surface of a diamond. As she peered into the hypnotic rhythms, A glimmer of light caught her eye. Concentrating towards the center of the tunnel, She could see a right star-shaped light in the distance. It seemed to twinkle and dance for her. She laughed with excitement, and before she knew it She had stepped into the dark abyss! As soon as she entered, the young woman was swept up into the vortex Being tossed about, she could feel all her worries and fears Forming in front of her were the images of her pain and hate. Faces of monsters, events of shame, they all came forth She watched them play themselves out, bringing with them a truth she couldnt deny. She found herself violently crying while she relived her darkest secrets Soon she was screaming at the figures, venting all her anguish and fury! When her hidden tale was at an end, She felt a cleansing wave flow through her body relaxing every muscle, The woman turned and saw the bright, light she has spied earlier Floating towards her! Reaching out, she took it into her hands. It was a glowing, yellow flower with a soft pink center. How beautiful!, she thought, and so warming. Looking up she noticed she was on solid ground. A green meadow with a winding road lay before her. She tossed her mead behind her to see the twisting tunnel But it was different now, There were no rolling waves, no lights, no haunting images. Just a dirt tunnel that had served its purpose. Relieved, the young woman smiled Still holding the Sanity Poppy, she strolled down the sunny path. ~Bonnie~ like to be posted here, Mail me This site is where you can add your name to others who have survived childhood sexual abuseBreaking the Silence Comradery This site is where you can read other's stories of abuse and gain courage from them.Breaking the Silence Supported you through your trials inThe Rock of Support for all to see in The Wall Hope for Recovery who's only crime is trying to stay alive inNeal and Jesse of courage, tenasity, and ability to break the cycle against all odds in the amazing site called Ghostwolf 1-800-96-ABUSE  |
