to be saved or to be known
escaping the hallway inside my mind
In the world inside my head, I stand in a long dark hallway that is filling with smoke.
With one hand, I hit the alarm button. With the other, I write on the walls.
Part of me wants to be saved. The other part, just wants to be known.
As I look around, I realize that soon the smoke will take my breath away.
My breath is my life. If I'm willing to live, I have to get out.
Lucky for me, at the end of the hallway, I notice a light.
So, I begin to run.
As I do, I carry a backpack of broken glass.
Every step forward the heavy backpack slams against my legs and cuts me.
Yet, I can’t put it down.
The pain reminds me that I am alive. That I have the choice to be.
When I reach the light at the end of the hallway, I encounter a door.
One which I have never seen.
One which I don’t know where it leads.
Yet, without fear I go anyway.
Because anywhere is better than the hallway I have always been trapped in.
About the Creator
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx4 days ago in FYI
Comments (4)
I think a new backpack is in order: one we start to fill with beautiful things that make us feel alive. Love your poem thank you for sharing it.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
So powerful!
Eventually, we'd find a way out. Loved your poem!