Author Adelaide Green

you must climb. Go on. Further, further. I keep whispering to myself “you’re almost there, you’re almost there.” But the second voice in my head, the one who is continually reminding of that which I don’t want to remember, “you’ve never been there before, you have no idea how much further you have to go.” I look up through the veil of white, the snow which was first seemingly beautiful has now turned dark. Light is no longer seeping through the clouds. All there is cold and dark. Cold and dark. That’s all there is. And the unknown road ahead.