11/17 Poem, by Rebecca, at My poetic side

These days, I’m walking blind.

I’m looking down instead of up,

I can’t see the path ahead of me.

Damn these walls!! They’re so high,

and now,

I’m lost waiting to be found,

And i’m trying to hold on,

but there’s no hope, no guarantee.

Finally, the strength I needed to break free.

So I wrote the letter and I left it there, on the table.

And I listened one last time, to my favorite song, shed one last teardrop, and slipped away, quietly, peacefully, into my Dark Deep Sleep.

Forever holding onto the one thing I can keep,

my will.

With love, I’m free.

11/17