Down below in my soul,
There is a hole,
In this space where I am whole,
Since the beginning for my life,
Pressed up against my neck is a knife,
Not knowing how to escape,
My world has been sorrowful strife,
My eyes have seen the worst,
I have felt this curse, since my birth,
Many lands I have run from this darkness,
Its steadfast thirst,
Meeting utter mayhem,
The shame of this fear forces me to not know who I am,
Not knowing when it will come for me,
So I meet this fate with the force of a thousand rams,
I may fall, but then I stand again and run,
My end has not yet begun,
I know this....
Not until my fear is gone.
© 2021 Along with the wind
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on May 23, 2021:
It's sad to see one face this struggle every day.
I can sense the pain and anguish