Kinsey Peterson

closings xiii

Deep in the darkness of my mind,

I search for light, but none I find,

Days to weeks and weeks to years,

My fears and worries become my peers.

 

The world may spin, but my feet are stuck,

A prisoner to this feeling, it\'s just my luck

My thoughts they strike with new lethality,

And I lose myself in this mentality.

 

Those years pass by, still I am drawn,

Drowning in my burning dawn

Into the grip of crippling doubt,

How is it this is the only route?

 

The chains that bind me may seem strong,

But I refuse to linger for long.

To rid the heart of fear\'s abyss

It’s the little things I miss.

 

My soul calls to the unknown,

Aching for space to call my own.

I summon the courage to take control,

To reach out and make myself whole.