THE WAY OUT???
I'm trapped. . . . . . . . . . . .in a living hell. Searching for a way out but I can't find one. I search all paths but none lead me out, they all end in nothingness, darkness, and leave me back where I started. Wait, there are still a few doors unopened; maybe one, just one, will lead me out. I turn to the first one; it reads, "music", I open the door and walk in. It's great, it goes along with all my moods; months pass by, but I'm not getting anywhere. I'm just sinking deeper and deeper into my old self. I'm already considerably down and out, but all it's doing is dragging me deeper. I see another door, another chance to make it out. I pass through it, "Friends", old and new come to me in this realm. "Try this, try that", is what they tell me. "You'll fit in if you do this, come on, don't be a loser". Someone makes me mad, "get revenge and beyond" is what they tell me, slowly dragging me deeper. I'm on my last desperate attempt to make it out, I look up and see a door that's bright and gleaming as if it were an entrance to a building in Vegas. It reads "Don't know what to do? Lost all hope? At the end of it all and ready to give up? Enter and find the solution." I pass through and enter a large building with many hallways. I go down the first one and there is every type of knife, sword, and dagger imaginable. There's a sign in the middle of them all and it says "It may be more painful and messy but it'll get the job done and end your problems". I enter another hallway and there is gas chamber after gas chamber all with various types of gas; the most potent of them all being cyanide. A sign reads "takes a while to kill but at least you don't bleed" I enter the final hallway, one side is all glass windows and the other is lined with handguns, rifles, and shotguns. A sign reads "quick and effective, one shot and your worries and pains are gone". One stood out from the rest as if it was made just for me, I walked over to it, but turned to look at the side with glass windows and saw people dying, it was a viewing area of the death chambers, I had made it this far and now it's my choice, in each room that I see people in are various words; all spelled in blood and pieces of flesh. "Death, suicide, quick and easy, you know you want to." all dripping slowly down the walls. I look at what seems to be my only option, a Glock-17 semi-auto. I pick it up and look to the floor and stand there. Then something told me "look up", so I did. I saw a small door at the end of the massive hallway. I slowly walk towards it, Glock in hand, this time there are no signs, no lights, just a plain, small, old, wooden door. I open it, it's very bright. I'm shocked, I dropped the Glock in amazement and slowly walked through. From the light I see a hand reach out and beckon to me. At first I was reluctant but then decided that it was worth a try. After all, I'm trapped. . . . . . . . . . in a living hell. Maybe this is finally the way out. I keep walking and again I see the hand, this time I grab hold of it but I quickly let go; it didn't feel the same way it looked. I see the hand, this time a nail hole, driven straight through, still fresh. Then I start to see old friends appear but not the same ones that were in the previous room. Then you appeared, and were saying "where have you been? I've been waiting for you. This is the answer that I've tried to tell you about but couldn't make you accept it". I realized, in life you have "friends" and then you have true friends, most of which, you can count on the fingers of your hands. I turn and hear a gentle voice, "come my child, I've been waiting" Jesus, the true answer to your problems, a true friend, a Savior. Will you accept him?
-Isaac DeLeon
© 1999
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