Unspoken Promise

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The field is empty
I stand in the middle
Turn in slow circles
Lost and found

No way of knowing how I got here
No way of knowing how to leave
If I sink to my knees
I can crawl my way out

But soon my knees are bleeding
The grass cuts sharp like a blade
Every incision
More painful than the last

If I could get to the edge
I would find my compass
I know they are waiting for me
Like an unspoken promise

I’m getting closer now
I can sense them
Take my hand, show me the path
So that I can breathe again.

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