It’s happened. <br />I’m there. <br />This pit is not bottomless. <br />Here, <br />raw fingers scrabbling at the bare ground, <br />my despair has brought me. <br />Wrapped in harsh darkness, <br />mind and body <br />bound <br />and broken <br />as I fell <br />from false hope. <br />My fragile grip <br />slipped. <br />The light was lost, <br />receding in the tunnel <br />far above this prison well. <br /> <br />Escape plan: <br />Lie still, stay quiet. <br />Give in to the tightening bands. <br />Loosening muscle, shrink <br />so to crawl out one day. <br />saying, “Shhh! <br />It happens.”<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-inwards-collection-at-the-bottom/
