The well of solitude sucked me so far down that day…
Empty, cold, tight.
Trapped in my own dark hole of chaos.
Fear, despair, panic.
What if I can’t find my way out?
I am not ready to accept this as my destiny…
not now, not yet.
The lines on the coffee pot evade me.
The boulders in my belly are so heavy.
I am stuck in the sludge.
Maybe tomorrow…
mere gravel will reside in my gut.
The rope to freedom
will suddenly appear before me.
Coffee will be made with a vengeance…
lines or no lines.
The abyss is allowed here no more.
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This is a very potent poem and message. Being alone, emotionally, in particular, for however long, can do so much to you. Darkness indeed.
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