All Along

Am I here, or are you there?

Sitting on a cold hard floor.

Testing the limits of space.

The room seems to shrink.

As I sit here in the dark.

I wonder if a spark will ignite.

Balance out the darkness.

Thick like a hanging fog.

It settles around my body.

I want to reach out to you.

Though I fear rejection.

Would you move away?

I hold in my own lingering fear.

Yet it presses down.

Like a weight on my chest.

Not knowing if silence,

Or rejection is worse.

Would you hear me speak?

Would you listen to me?

I open my mouth.

Words refuse to come aloud.

So instead they scream inside.

They say, "I'm right here."

"Look this way, see me."

Yet I know this is pointless.

Who can be seen in such?

Darkness, as it crowds about.

I feel something against me.

Lifting my hand to see.

Panic sets inside of me.

Blind! I cannot see!

How can I possibly be seen.

If I cannot see myself?

Tears prick the corners.

"Don't leave me alone."

I think, but do not speak.

The floor grows even colder.

The dark becomes thicker.

A sob breaks the silence.

It was my own choked tears.

I can make a sound!

"Yah, I'm right here."

"Please save me from this."

"I've been lost for so long."

The courage to speak up.

Lightens the thickness that surrounds.

I hear a stillness inside of me.

As if telling me,

"I was here all along."

That I just needed find.

The courage to ask for help.

Light has found it's way.

Into this darkened space.

I've been rescued from this prison.

Warmth settles back inside.

I now have my voice again.

If only I knew.

He was there all along.

Copyright 2014 Lauren Hall ©