The Labyrinth

You can't imagine

what its like,

inside here.

Inside the darkness

of my mind.

Its not kind,

to people who don't

understand.

This labyrinth

full of dark corners.

Its a trap.

I am caught.

In it, I am lost.

Not quite here,

not this year.

Not the one before.

Not present.

I can't see,

right in front of me.

Short thoughts.

Long moments.

How long? How long? Please,

just tell me.

How long have

I been gone from here?

I come back,

from the trap.

I used my map to

navigate

my way out

of the endless maze.

My map is

written words.

The words I write are

my anchor,

to here, now.

I don't know quite how,

but they lead

me to free

myself from that place.

That vast space.

My words are,

my lifeline, my rope,

leading me

to a hope

that I can live both,

here and there.