Searching through the darkness
feeling my way.
I touch rocks, some rough, jagged,
cold and damp under my fingertips.
There is silence except for my own
breathing and beating of my heart.
I see nothing, I stumble and fall
get back up feeling sorer and bruised.
I continue trying to find my way out.
I am frighten and panic the darkness
will engulf me.
Until I am no more.
Kimber Michaela 2009