I can feel it sitting there
In the deep, dark pit of me
My story…or maybe stories
Trying to claw themselves free.
I push them down and down
And still they struggle to get out
Free from the darkness
That has trapped them so long
They fight up and out
Into the light for the first time
A few wobbly steps later
They stand tall, breathe, and live.
About the Author
I’m a poet and screenwriter at the beginning of her career. Although, I often spend the time I should be writing playing around in my other interests of cinematography and photography. You can find more work on my website.