Rescue

It is dark in here and my fingers hurt,

holding on so tight to the side of this place

clinging to the cold

This place is familiar

I find myself here a lot

More than I should

I hear her calling my name

She says,

"LOOKUP! HEY UP HERE!"

But-

My fingers continue to cling

because if I let go I might fall

and it's a long way down

into blackness

the unknown

so I strain my head up and look at her

She is smiling down at me

She knows me, she knows where I am

She loves me

She IS me

So once again I let go

And once again she catches me

She holds me tight and tells me

It's ok, you are in the CLEAR

And once again, I hold on

Breath

and try again.

Photo by Isaac L.