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Patricia E. Jenkins

writes from Atlanta, Georgia.

Journey Out of Darkness

I am alone; as alone as I can be.
The sounds of human voices
and the traffic of life
have long since faded away;
only the murmur of my heartbeat remains
and that ever so faintly.

My thoughts are clashing furiously about
like waves on a storm-tossed sea.
I have traveled far and wide,
high and low,
ever searching
yet never satisfied;
sometimes falling prey to delusional fantasies;
all dissipating quickly into gushes of anguish
amidst the stark environs of reality.

It is dark; so very dark.
Crying out in pain from the jagged stones along the way,
I am sorely tempted to lie down
and never rise again;
but I cannot …

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