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At the end of the Tunnel (Part 2: Realization)

Posted by: Likha Niron


Part II: Realization

Another long, eerie silence. Something that worries me a lot. But I’m so exhausted, I started to don’t care. I still don’t know if I can or will even survive. I am just waiting for this to end, I know it will, soon. I was starting to accept my situation when I heard something again. But unlike before, the sound was soothing, calming. It was so relaxing that my tensed body started to loosen up. I felt like floating from air, cradled by soft clouds providing a cozy and warm feeling. The sound gave me the strength to hang on, to keep on believing. As the sound continue to calm my agitation, I slowly regain the strength that I have exhausted for quite some time. I don’t know what it was nor where it came from but suprisingly, for the very first time, I feel SAFE.

Undoubtedly calming. I never heard such a very soothing sound. There are varying pitch, a peaceful tone arrange in a pattern that seem to be related to one another. I can still hear some garbled but it was soft and seem to follow a certain pattern also. I wonder who are making those sounds and why. “Does the sound mean something? Is it the answer to my frantic scream a while ago? How am I suppose to respond?” A lot of question still linger regarding the source and the purpose of that sound. Yet, I don’t feel scared and not even a hint of anxiety. I may not understand what it meant but the sound seem to keep me secure. Something that I long for quite some time now; to feel safe, secure and finally at PEACE.


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Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 2)" title.   

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    • At the end of the Tunnel (Part 1: Awakening)

    Posted by: Likha Niron


    Part I: Awakening

    Dark, Wet and Eerie. In the midst of unknown, I tremble. I've been screaming for long hours hoping that someone will hear me, but my attempt was futile. I tried to move my limbs, struggling to get out in this mysterious encasement. Again, I failed. "Am I Dead? Am I buried alive?" The thought scares me. "Why me? Why now? How about my dreams, my ambition, my . . . " As tears start touching my cheeks, I suddenly realized that I can’t remember anything. My dreams, my ambition, my past… I can’t even remember how I got where I am now. No matter how hard I tried, I can’t. I just can’t. The last thing I remember was when I was screaming on the top of my lungs. And before that, NOTHING.

    A Dream. This is just a dream. That explains everything. Does it? I’ve been in this place for long hours now. "Can I just be dreaming?" But I can feel that my naked body is dampen by an unknown liquid. "If I’m not dreaming, then what? Am I a guinea pig of a neurotic mad scientist? Have I been abducted?" Thoughts came running through my head. Endless possibilities of what might have happened. Raped, Kidnapped by alien, buried alive or a even victim of some sick practical joke. I can’t fathom what is happening nor why it should happen to me. "Have I done something wrong, something despicable to deserve what I’m experiencing now? What have I done . . . WHAT?!?"

    My long silence was disturbed by the sudden movements around me. An invisible force making my surroundings to have a ripple-like movement. Something seems to be so familiar yet I can’t remember it. Suddenly, I heard something, like a murmur or a very garbled sound. I can’t understand what it was. That adds to my anxiety which makes me so agitated. With my remaining strength, I gave my strongest kick, hoping it will go away. But I was wrong. It seems that my action encourages more garbled sounds coming from different directions. My agitation turns into phobia, a fear of something I can’t even understand. And that makes it scarier, more traumatic. I was struggling, kicking in all direction, screaming and crying at the same time like there was no tomorrow. I’m already losing hope, FAST.

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    Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
    Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 1)" title.   


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    • Even how simple

    Posted by: Likha Niron

    Often times, we take things for  granted.
    It seems that quantity weighs more than the essence.
    I never thought how small things affect our lives,
    how simple things are blessing in disguise

    From waking in the morning until I rest my eyes
    everything becomes a blessing from the sky.
    A sweet smile from a stranger, a pat from a friend,
    isn't that a reason to be thankful enough?

    A sigh of relief from someone I helped
    is a reason for me to regain my strength.
    In spite how hard and tiring my day was
    I'm always be thankful for what i have.

    A pair of shoes and a clothing to match
    not to forget a place that i can call my home.
    A porkchop on my plate and a water on my glass
    how can someone be not thankful for that.

    And to top it all the things that I have
    I received the greatest gift that anyone would like to have.
    The book about someone who sacrifice his own life
    because of his undying love to all of us.

    I'm thankful that I was given a chance
    to once again meet him and be forgiven.
    It gives me much faith to hope for tomorrow
    and ill be thankful because of Him, my God, my Saviour.

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    Likha Niron © July 1, 2000

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