The Exit
/Deep woe is a dark current
Twisting around me
Like a whirlwind
It blocks sunlight
Antagonizes my peace
Enfeebles the soul
Like a heavy timber strikes the bell
It bangs my heart repeatedly
Elicits reverberating mourns
Like black veils wrap around me
Layer upon layer
It is blackening and suffocating
Unaware I am trapped in
A self-spun cocoon
Growing thicker and tighter
As time goes on
Searching for an exit
Hidden somewhere
In the darkness
I stumble into walls
It startles me awake to realize
The key to open the imprisonment
Is in my hand and
It is made of courage
By Shih-Fang Wang
From: United States