Trapped: the Second Collision
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
Once again I ask: “Have you ever been trapped?”
It’s a strange, tumultuous feeling.
You think that you have almost snapped.
The essence of the emptiness carries inside you for hours…
days…
weeks…
months…
maybe years…
until you find the path again.
The mud of shame still cripples your feet,
but still you move.
“There’s hope on the other end,” you say.
“The light will come when need be someday.”
You pray it will no doubt one day.
Walking towards that distant sun is challenge.
A challenge you hope will reward you someday.
But that day ain’t come yet.
No sweat!
You still move on.
The mud of great shame might be strong.
However…
It ain’t stopping you from plowing on.
Don’t worry right now about feeling…
Trapped

