Erik The Red
Jul 15, 2018 · 3 min read
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I opened my eyes. I could see a sliver of sunlight shining through the canopy of leaves above me. It was blinding in the near darkness. I closed my eyes.

I could feel the pain coursing through my body. I did not know where I was or how the pain had come about. All I knew was that I was in a lot of pain.

It was more of a tingly sensation. Prickly. Like sleeping on needles. It was an all-too familiar feeling. A sensation that I felt every time I set out to write.

An idea would form in my head and as it begins to take shape the needles would jab at my side relentlessly. The pain was persistent and would show no signs of subsiding. Often, it was an ultimatum. The only way to alleviate the pain was to write. If I did not, it would continue to pierce into my side until I do.

Most of the time, I did not heed its advice. The idea may have taken shape but it was simply not ready. I needed more time before I could begin. The pain would reach a mounting crescendo and was paired with an uncomfortable restlessness that resulted in maximum discomfort.

That was the feeling I felt as I opened my eyes.

The pain was becoming unbearable. I slowly lifted myself off the ground grimacing in pain. Every journey starts with a single step.

I did not know where I was or how I got there. I appeared to be in a clearing deep inside the woods but I could not be be certain. The shrubbery was dense on either side and the light filtering through the leaves was dim and unassuming.

It was a scene reminiscent of my writing journey. I do not know where I am or where I will go from here. It was all an unknown. There is a sense of both excitement and trepidation in not knowing.

I froze in my tracks.

I could hear the sound of what appeared to be a cry for help. I immediately felt an adrenaline rush and a sense of renewed purpose. It was like an idea had entered my head and taken flight. The words were spilling onto the page.

I do not know where the sound will lead me but it has given me hope.

All I knew in that moment was that I had to find it. I had to start looking for it. And as I do, I could feel the pain slowly drift away.

I found an opening in the dense shrubbery and into the unknown I went.

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