In the darkness
Of the landing
I stand afraid
Unsure of what I
see
There are only
shadows
Creeping all around
Words being said
Like whispers in a
tree
The blackness is
suffocating
The lines are
blurred
I take a step back
And fall to the
ground
I awake startled
No idea of who I
am
How did I end up
here
In this land of
make-believe?
Jo Anne Kennedy
December 2022
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