Spiritual

Mental health deals with present issues that arise but beyond this place is another area of real need . What had happened before the trauma occured . This story digs deeper and asks questions in how we deal with mental illness . New methods need to be found to heal the wounds of the past to help with the healing of the present .

Once she reached the cave, Sue dared go no further. She was breathing deeply and her heart was beating against her chest, so loud that she felt sure the whole world could hear it. Then, as she lent closer to the alley-way, she heard something that paralysed her body at once. Crying. Someone was crying in there, mournful sobs that sue could not ignore. She bent her head so near to the alley, that one more step would ensure she was inside. "hello? Sue whispered uncertainly, peering into the darkness. The sobs stopped, but she was sure she heard a faint scuffle come from within. There was no answer.

A gentle ripple of the mellow river passed through the grassy surrounding it. The grass was ripely green and flowing in the soft breeze. The breeze was silent yet made some effect on the beautiful landscape. A man sat down in respect of his surroundings. He was gentle strumming a soothing tune on his guitar as he kept his deep brown eyes concentrated on looking at the river flow. His hands played with perfect precision and plucked the strings without strain. His brown hair slid by his cheeks. His face seemed expressionless as he continued with his tune. Nothing else mattered to him apart from the atmosphere he was experiencing. He was in the moment. From a small distance behind the man, there was a figure of long, ash and grey hair. As the man continued to play his guitar, the figure walked away yet still keeping an eye on the guitar player.

Taking the direct route to somebody's breathing apparatus, Heaving breath, almost too close to heaven's hem, Eyes beginning to dilate, expression wondering in all directions. Gradually all the body organs are starting to close down,