I’ve fallen into Dreadland,
the well seems to grow deeper
as I fall, bottomless,
dark, mossy, with
brackish water sliming
stones, drip by drip.
Incessantly wet.
I try climbing
tearing nail one after another
only to fall back
into the morass of despair.
Night shadows darker
until finally . . .
I chance to gaze up
to see the stars
glistening in beauty
showing me there’s another direction
and giving me strength
to begin the climb to freedom
once again