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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() With shaky breaths and heavy heartbeats, I find myself in an abyss and Frantic, forage for something familiar To ease my rising fretfulness. I strain to move my anchored legs Yet cannot escape this chasm. Caught, I cry out with scorched throat But hear only a pathetic echo. My clammy hands yearn for someone
Lost to me here in the void. I fall to powerless knees: abandonment Strikes at me like a cobra. I wrench away to the feet of a woman Looking like a soul once known With her simple smile but sad eyes Seeing me flinch with fright. She seems to wait for my double take, But it fails to come until I see Her once ebony hair streaked with age; And my breakdown begins. Sobbing, my teary eyes open, Awake and free from this nightmare; I race to look for my mother: My savior, my ideal, my friend. Comments are closed.
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