I burned.

I fell into a pit.

It was dark and empty and suffocating

And I was alone.

 

I wanted to scream

But I couldn't,

Because if I screamed

It would wake everyone up

And I couldn't shatter their worlds

As the pit shattered mine.

 

So I put pen to paper,

Fingers on keys,

And I wrote.

And as I wrote, I read what others wrote.

Poetry in books and on blogs,

And I learned.

 

We are not alone in our suffering.

We are united against the darkness

And that makes us strong enough

To hold each other up,

To keep breathing,

And to live another day.