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I look down into this chasm and see that it is bottomless, it scares me because it’s dark and at times I can’t see my way. I take a tentative step downward as I cling tenaciously to the rocks jutting out, praying I don’t make the wrong move that would send me spiraling down this black hole….. I’m going slow making sure each step I take is sure footed….I’m not going very fast, but at least I’m safe. As I journey downward my eyes are becoming accustomed to the dark, I see small spots of bright lights now and then that draw me towards them. I gravitate towards them, once I get closer the light almost blinds me it’s so bright. The deeper I venture into this bottomless pit the brighter the lights and colors become. The dark areas are where I’m still learning about love, trust, sharing. The fear of falling is being afraid of losing control and losing myself once again. The bright lights are the moments that I find love …. Frani January 1999