It Is There...

I close my eyes

I reach out

Knowing that it is there

Sensing it, feeling it

But never touching it.

My fingers find nothing in the stillness

Yet I still reach out

And I keep my hope

Assuming that all is not lost

But feeling the panic deep down inside.

My soul fights for that hope

It needs it like my lungs need air

I need that little shred of myself

For without it

The nothingness consumes all that I am.

My eyes remain closed
Darkness is safety

Passion is power

Dignity is what keeps me whole

And I will continue to float in oblivion.