Everytime I feel free and liberated, I get pushed back in, into that dark and cold place where nothing grows or blooms. The sunken place keeps calling out my name even when I don't want to hear it's voice. Oh I thought I had escaped it claws of pain and sorrow. That sunken place held my heart a prisoner, a prisoner of love and warmth. Longed for the touch of laughter and joy to fill me up again. That sunken place I wish never to return again.
© Miss Brown