Its icy cold grasp is
I reach for the jagged door
that’s been shut for as long
as I’ve been battling this monster.
Giving me painful chills,
scaring me out of my mind,
forcing me to stay with it
in the darkness…
It took me nearly most my life
but I found the door
I know it will be painful to open, but not as painful
as being stuck in chains and trembling to death.
The door has no handle
I fit my fingers in between the crack and the wall
Blood runs down my hands
as I slowly but surely
Pain, about to take over my will
The monster grasps me again.
“No, no more!”
The door flies open, I lose my grip.
The door hits the monster in the face.
I sprint through the opening
I fall, the light blinding.
I realize, I’m on grass
its dew, heals my wounds.
My eyes adjust. I’m in a meadow.
No more monsters, no more darkness.
The breeze of Peace overtakes me
for the first time I can breathe.
I do regret taking so long to find you, Peace,
but I’d rather find you late in life than never at all.