Janice Windle

(journey Inwards Collection) ....At The Bottom - Poem by Janice Windle

It’s happened.
I’m there.
This pit is not bottomless.
raw fingers scrabbling at the bare ground,
my despair has brought me.
Wrapped in harsh darkness,
mind and body
and broken
as I fell
from false hope.
My fragile grip
The light was lost,
receding in the tunnel
far above this prison well.

Escape plan:
Lie still, stay quiet.
Give in to the tightening bands.
Loosening muscle, shrink
so to crawl out one day.
saying, “Shhh!
It happens.”

Comments about (journey Inwards Collection) ....At The Bottom by Janice Windle

  • Igwe Kalu (1/24/2008 10:48:00 AM)

    you could just feel an air of struggle hanging about, reading this... (Report) Reply

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  • Not a member No 4 (11/29/2007 6:44:00 PM)

    Sad, despairing, witty, written tightly and eloquently with long term resilience... created a genuine sense of claustrophobia, and a little chink of hope with a cheeky smile...xxx jim (Report) Reply

  • rajagopal haran rajagopal haran (11/8/2007 3:14:00 AM)

    great poem madam; enjoyed reading (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011

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