I have seen the darkness of the other side of the abyss and felt those cold clinging tentacles that wrap and twine until breath can no longer reach you. The more you fight the tighter they grip. The blackness becomes encompassing, blinding, and so absolute that you can’t see that the appendages that bind you are of your own making.
I reach for you as you teeter on the edge, but you have gone to a place that I can’t follow. I close my eyes and pray that you will find your way back.
By Shari Marshall – 2019