I dreamed my past led me to my death
In a room full of trash and void of air.
I chased my childhood into that space, for her
Safety, not for mine. I could have left
Her there but she always wanted more
Of me than I should have given; I knew
Her before, you know.

There were no exits for me, not at first,
But then too far away to reach in time.
There was no help from either of them,
When I asked, I was turned away and
Told to “turn over” whatever the hell
That even means.

Three doors slid closed around me,
Locking me in and freezing my heart.
I can usually find some sort of rescue,
A kind of last minute escape
But this one wouldn’t let me go.
I can find a way to get out, to go up,
Or even to fly, but this time there was
Nothing to do but wait.

I wondered where she went, before I
Was trapped inside my grave. Did the
Giant who wanted to claim her life
Devour her against the odds? Or did
She leave with her bags and catch the
Ride that should have been reserved for me?

I’ll never know because I woke up
Before it was over, as I was standing,
Still wondering what to do. I woke up and
The only thought I had was, next time
I’ll let her rot. Next time I save myself,
If there is ever a next time, I’ll get out
Before I’m trapped in a prison I’ve
Created for myself.

2/21/10

Wow -very nice!!!

Thank you, pkd.

nicely done...

Nice LA

Thanks kc and ladylid.

I love how you write on feelings and thoughts you have about the self....Just awesome Leigh...

awesome

Very powerful. Very well done.

Love it, Leigh.

Thanks Ainjel, jimz and plastic. I appreciate everyone who supports my writing.