“Help!” My cries are swallowed by the silence. I could scream and holler and beg to unknown Gods, but no one would hear me. My feet are stuck in an unseen mire. I cannot move forward. I cannot move back. I am cemented here, sinking. The more I struggle the deeper I go. There is nothing left for me to do, but try. “Help!”

Help! Help! Help! 
The cavern echoes back to me. Sterile, black walls collide with a solid ceiling and pockets of solid ground. I had tread the floor carefully until the moment that I didn’t. My foot slipped in, then the other, and bodily I floated there; upright in a standing ovation to the pluckiness of chance. 
I should never have gone where flashlights cannot go. The depths of a soul uncharted by my ego riddled heart. But dreams worth chasing often dampen our spirits before rekindling a wildfire from embers.
Until then, I will wait for the spark.

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Jaymee is the creative director and writing force behind Beaux Cooper Media. She loves to collaborate with other writers and journalists across the genres. Jaymee lives on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island with her cat, Ada, and dog, Bean.

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