can't leave
can't venture out
she's caught on the inside
its not anywhere
nowhere
tumbling
down the backdoor
there are no stairs
on the inside
one thought pushes
to the right
another thought
to the wrong
outside
lost with no rope tied
to the barn in the blizzard
unable to see her hands
in front of her
her mind leads her nowhere
its fear ringing the
doorbell
its fear
rapping at the door
its fear
pushing the blood faster
through her veins
its fear
that has focused her mind
on that spot in the
corner
that shadow
on the floor
fear whistling like
whirlwinds whipping round
switchbacks
climbing the sun road
to the high mountain
to dangle from the precipice
by her thumbs
fear is
a sea of jaws that
gape below her,
all hungry
snapping more and more and more.
fear
asks you to be quiet and listen
focus
find a solution
turn the light on
false evidence is
gone now
you can
breathe
again.
Originally Written on and Copyrighted December 19, 2006
from several rewrites...from a prompt at a facilitated writing group
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