She finds herself dwelling with the darkness
more so as days pass
and life grows shorter.
And she finds it to be true
that if you dwell somewhere
long enough
it becomes comfortable...
it becomes home.
She is aware it might be
beneficial
to try and save herself,
to somehow lift herself
up and out
of this mental mire,
but her arms have grown weak
and her heart weary.
She's told one has to save oneself,
but she's not so sure that's true.
If arms reached out
she might, too.
(c)s.cooper
11-24-2019
