
I Stepped Away
Dream, haunting, hunted me down, dark of night.
No longer afraid of that place, it moves faraway on a fast fall down a tunnel, black hole, slippery hand lets go.
I turn away from the dark; life lights up like the break of day.
I can never be who I used to be.
Climbed, crawled out of the tunnel-sealed it with a kick. My foot print emblazoned in that dark place at the edge of the abyss.
I stepped away.
Jenny W. Andrews, Copyright 2019. All Rights reserved.
I can never be who I used to be!
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