The cave

The Cave

The cave, my cave is deep

and is as black as a piece of coal

filled with many of my sorrows

while I am steady growing old

There are drawings left behind

that do explain

a life that has been exhausting

riddled with so much pain

Pictures that depict childhood sexual trauma

with adulthood not much better

it too filled with drama

But sometimes though

there is a ray of light

seeping through the cracks and crevasses

warm welcoming and bright

It will give me a moment to hope for

giving me momentarily belief, that maybe

there is something to this life something more

And on occasion I do find a way to escape

walking out into the sun

experience laughter with family and friends

and sometimes I even have fun.

But the cave, my cave beckons me back inside

the cave, my cave the constant my place to hide.