I Write Poetry

To and fro,
This back and forth feeling,
I sink further down inside.
How much longer can I endure?
How much further do I have?
Oh, there's a light
Light?
Stoplight.
Great...
Time to be lonely and sad some more

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"Patches"

The venetian blinds turned and opened up, allowing patches of light to flood in. She allowed it to bathe her face with the warmth as the evening sun settled in, she was pleased with what she felt.
Pleased with her determination, her decision made, she opened up the door to the outside. Baby steps, she thought to herself.
The first time in 6 months that the outside light had been allowed to mingle with the darkness in her home. She stepped through the doorway, to the outside world, and thoughts of the past haunted her, yet she couldn't turn back. It was time to face her fears, it was time to allow more than patches of light to touch her skin.

-Kelly.