Darkness fills the world around me, trapping me within its confined space that seems never ending.
It tightens itself around me, putting pressure on my chest and compressing down until I feel my lungs on the brim of a burst.
While I am so caught up in this horrible dream, no, a nightmare; I cannot see from the outside how small it really is.
From my perspective and many of those with a similar gaze of this imprisonment it is a never ending corner that I continually back myself into and it is now I realize that I cannot remember why.
I cannot recall the reason I've scared myself into this terrible place, or why I still remain here.
Why is it I am alone? Or why does it feel I am?
I take a slow, shaky breath as if for the first time I feel I can actually breathe again. So long ago, it was, that I felt such a cool, soothing breath fill my lings and relieve them of this burning pain.
How I have taken for granted that breath before now eases the pain--filling the dry cracks within.
I look around this darkness, no definite shape or figure; no sound anymore as it is just my own thoughts echoing to a sudden halt.
I look around now, nothing holding me back, nothing holding me down.
I look around now, and upon the first step forward I can see a crack appear; light seeping through that once never ending darkness.
And as I walk forward now, it crumbles to the ground I've been walking on all along. Slowly that darkness shrinks and disappears, the only thing remaining is a small speck on my bedroom floor.
And it was then I realized the only thing I've been taking for granted...is myself.