Going Poem by Deborah Cromer

Winding, climbing, traveling in a dark, tight tunnel
Not knowing where I am
Nor where I am going
Crawling on my hands-
Dragging on my knees
Praying, begging, arrive me-
Please!
Going on what feels like,
Forever and ever, with no answers-
Ever and Ever...
Do I stop and die?
Do I turn around?
Do I go forward?
Why am I here?
Who or what is doing this?
Is this to be my life?
A never ending, endless nightmare?
Is there reason for my pain?
Is is punishment?
Was I bad?
Is this to be my reality?
Why is this happening?
Exhaustion has kidnapped my senses. It's dark always. I do not know if my eyes are open or closed. Only me to talk with. Holding on though, always holding on. Why? Is there hope? Righteous belief? Strong, be strong. Find will. I see light! Briefly, tiny...Maybe with exhaustion, my mind is playing tricks on me again? ! ! Please God, my only chance! My Lord and my Savior, divine and glorious! Do not deny me gift of life.
I live in your light! Guide me through the dark now. Pull me, lift me, find me, FREE ME.