Cold, dark, and dreary
Whispers plenty eerie
Fog thick and heavy
I walk but am not steady
I fall hard and hit the ground
I look up, but I go down
A long hand reaches out
I almost grab it but I doubt
The long fingers search for me
I am fearful but it can’t see
I crawl and crawl so fast it hurts
My mind on high alert
Im wrapped up in all my hurt
Touch the Bottom frozen dirt
Then something grabs my shirt
A face I haven’t seen
I would be happy but it’s mean
I try to think to intervene
Thoughts woven like a dream
monsters are my self esteem
they attack my every thought
throw away what I was taught
bound and broken are my ways
I’ll keep fighting all my days.

© wondrouslythinking