This morning I feel I’ve fallen
Fallen from what I used to be
or forgotten who I truly am.
Where are you, Chloe? I asked
myself as I unlocked the gate in front
of my office, rolled the long metal
pole across the street and threaded
its long rusty chain through the
The fighter, that willful steel spirit
who’s strength endured through
countless tragedies, betrayals and times
so hopeless I thought I would
die in the darkness.
Where is she now?
I tell myself the only solution is action;
wondering, agonizing, overthinking and
questioning how you’ve fallen so far only
serves to remind you of the depth of your
Reminders breed crippling disappointment
and disappointment leads to depression.
I need to grab onto something, pull myself
up and out of the darkness-
but how can I do that when I can’t even see
© Chloe Miller-Bess 2016