I feel like….
Swirling…swirling….black and sparkle vines
creeping…crawling…wrapping all around
gazing into an empty mirror
nothing showing through
just only me, not you
I don’t understand where this came from
I can’t see what this is
It’s wrapping all around me
drawing me in
Where do I look
Where do I go
It seems no one can help me with all that they know
I’m stuck here in these black and sparkle vine
drowning me…suffocating from within
With no one to help me, no one to pull at me, no one to let in
Why does it seem no one comes?
Why does it always seem I don’t want out?
What is so scary in that big, bad world out there?
It’s not big. It’s not bad. It’s small. It’s next door.
I don’t know.
I don’t know what I feel…not anymore.
Originally written February 19, 2009