Snap my limbs into place.
Fasten the straps.
Tighter. Tighter.
Restrain my head.
•
Staring at the ceiling.
Immobile, afraid.
Waiting. Waiting.
Here it comes.
•
The first turn. Bearable.
It will get worse.
The second. Sinews stretching,
Complaining.
•
Another crank.
Nothing but tension now,
Racing along every nerve like fire
Burning hope.
•
Limbo. Tension.
Focus. Unfocus.
Retreat. Shut down.
A child, alone in terror.
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Black. Grey at best.
Featureless. Hopeless.
Clueless. Joyless.
Lost, enslaved, captive.
•
Years pass, or maybe days.
Light. Light? Light.
Faint, but sure.
Ignore it, or it will disappear.
•
It grows stronger, lighting the darkness inside and out,
And bringing colour back into the world,
Burning the shadows to nothing,
And replacing dark foreboding with the promise of brighter days.
•
The straps are loosened and fall away,
Limbs free, mind freer.
Elysium within reach
Till the next time we say goodbye.
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