Through another door...

This is a good depiction of my struggle with myself...


Through another door
Back into the cold
I just recently left.
A step or two
In the right direction
Before my feet
Land on air
And I fall
Knees sinking in the mud.

I cry out for help
With my hand
Over my mouth.
Can you hear me
As my voice goes hoarse?
I’ve screamed
For hours on end
But the people
Walking by don’t even blink.

I didn’t mean to
Put myself here,
Trapped in the earth.
Or maybe
I saw the hole waiting.
Maybe I fell intentionally
Or maybe
I wanted to see
If you would stretch into the earth for me.