Essays

In the Torment Cave

I wasn’t myself these past few days. The clumsiness is getting worse. I can’t sleep peacefully. I can’t find myself. I lost. I lost my grandpa. He’s too important. I tried my best to show my real smile to others and it hurts. My heart wanted to scream. It was like I’m in a dark cave, cold and lost. I can’t see anything. I’m tired of walking and searching for a way out, I want to give up, to just lay there and wait for something to happen.

But then I heard a sound. It was a low hum.. It’s calling me. I stood up and quickly searched for the familiar voice that’s calling my name. A velvet voice that created a visible path in front of me that was not there before. I found hope. I run and run out of this dark cave where I always keep my shadows, my anger, and my depression- my other self. As I run after that flawless voice, I found my way out. And saw you standing there wearing my favorite colored shirt with your arms wide and open, ready to catch me. With no hesitation, I hugged you.

Whenever I’m with you, I’m always calm, happy and contented with no problems at all. The only problem is our limited time together, that sooner or later we need to go home.