House of Darkness

I walk alone in a forest of darkness, I just keep walking to find the unsearchable. I come across a wooden house with no windows and a door which is unlocked and invitingly open. I know deep down I must walk past and not enter but something pulls me within and makes me enter this house of doom and darkness.

As I enter I see someone crawled up in a corner hiding in his own shadow. I walk up to him and ask "who are you"? "Why are you here"? "What are you hiding from"? "Why are you afraid"? "Why don't you speak"? "What is your history"? "Where did you come from"? "Why are you alone"? "Do you hear"? "Can you see"? "Do you have any enemies"? "Do you have any friends"? "When were you born"? "How long have you lived here"?

I get no answer as if I'm talking to a dead corpse that breathes but doesn't move or speak. Who is he? Why is he here? What's he scared of? Why doesn't he speak? I won't find any answers here and as I turn away to leave this house of shame. I see an old journal on the table by the door, dusty and decayed by time. It looks familiar to me as if it is known. As I open and read through its entries all I find is more darkness and shame. Each word is written in guilt and carved in pain. I know this book. I know these words. I put the book down and turn to him again. Still crawled up in his own dark shadows. I kneel down and look at him and say "I know you". "I know your pain". "I know your fear". "I know your enemies". "I know your friends". "I know your history". "I know your darkness". "I know you".

The man who has been crawled up for so god knows how long. No! God wouldn't know as I see it clearly in his eyes now. The Damnation, the Unforgiving, the Guilt, the Shame. All evident now. I tell him, I know you. I know everything! He then lifts up his hand and says, Yes, you do know me. You know my pain. You know my guilt and you know why I am here. You know all of this simply.......because I am YOU!

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