Funk
I am in a funk and I can't get out.
I feel like a door is slowly closing in on me.
BAM!
It finally has closed on me.
I am stuck and scared that I will never get out.
My mind is telling me to quit, but my heart says keep going with every beat it takes.
I guess I need to make a decision.
Before this door is locked forever.
I choose to keep on going and find a way.
There are some people on the other side waiting for me.
My family.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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