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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