I’m stuck in a tunnel
And I cannot see a light.
The air is thin in here.
I breathe deeply, but my lungs don’t fill.
My eyes don’t see clearly,
My mind no longer dreams,
But focuses on the immediate,
One
Foot
In front
Of
The other.
I smile on the outside
While my insides churn like roiling waves.
Drowning
Drowning
Johanne Winwood says
Great poem. Sums up how many are feeling. Hoping for better times ahead.
Nicola Young says
Thanks. I think we’re getting there. Slowly.