Arms hugged around my cold lonely legs.
Tears roll down my cheeks down my legs to my feet.
Salty and sad I drown in this pool full of tears.
They evaporate. To where? I don’t know.
Someone is at the door knocking.
Not enough room for me to move.
Too many locks on the door.
My legs need to stretch but they’re stiff.
I unlock the locks on the door ready for air.
It takes time to get out. I was there for so long.
The next room is still empty.
Still surrounded by walls.
There are no doors here.
The only way out is up or down.
There is a shovel and latter.
Which way do I go?
I feel the earth move beneath my feet.
I feel the breeze coming from above.
Do I dig deeper and take the slow way out?
Do I climb the latter and risk falling down again?