I feel it
the weary that drags me down
it knocks on the inside of my womb
nervous and dreading the morning light
it steals the air from my lungs
I feel captivated by the darkness
I sleep safe in it
no feet to kick me in the gut
all is fine while the switch is off
can I try and stand
do I surrender to my buckled knee
should I wash the dirty floor
with my words of death
the light – it’s right there
if only this time
it won’t chase me away
Adri lives in Cape Town and writes poetry as a hobby in her spare time. She likes to paint a picture with words in the hope that some of it might resonate with someone else and touch another heart.