Engulfed
Am I draining myself? Losing grip, stumbling. Blinking fast, breathing hard. Confused. i am questioning myself... Have I survived? YES. Have I lived? Not sure. I am at loss for words; for hope, for strength. With every step, I am losing a part of myself. A bit of all I once had, is escaping, moving away. Yet, I do not withdraw... I can not. Because, it takes more to let go than to hold on... I do not know where I am heading to. With much at stake, I have lost direction. Slowly, I know, the dark is evading. The edges have blurred. The light obscure. Maybe I am draining from myself. A little at a time, escaping from myself. The grip is unsteady, slacking... No strength to resist, as the dark engulfs.