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With desperate breaths,

fear tinged escape

running through the bleakness

a landscape shrouded in darkness.

Hands before me

blinded,

uncertain,

scared of what is in front

terrified of what is behind.

Thorns grab my hair,

my clothes,

pinning me to the spot

to this time.

A sliver of line

seen on the horizon

a day that brightens the night

and in morning’s warmth

the demons hid once again.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

January 15/17