Photo Challenge #75, Trapped, August 25, 2015 – At Great Cost


Image: vishstudio

I awoke

Sweat pouring from my brow

The dream was so real

A nightmare?

Driving down a road

Enjoying the vista

It never occurred to me

Disaster beckoned.

Not watching the malevolence

Circling me

Unaware and naïve

I continued on my merry way.

The road narrowed, as do mountain roads

But this one narrowed

Until there was nowhere to go.


No forward.
No reverse.

I abandoned my car

As retreat was the only way out.

I was going do a runner

One swathed in impossible challenges,

As the demons I past were stalking

Gathering at the pass so to speak

Ready to pounce and remind me

I was stuck,

No prospects

No future

A nothing

I was at their mercy.

With nowhere to turn.

It was into a battle

That waged many months

Exhausting me

Leaving me numb

Bereft of feeling.

In time I won

But at great cost.

Scarred, gutted,

Forced to start again

Building from out of the trap

Surrounding myself with the faithful

And newfound courage

I stepped forward.

For looking back

Was a akin to a death sentence.

You have picked me up

Pointed me forward.

I hope you are there

The next time I falter.

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14 Responses to Photo Challenge #75, Trapped, August 25, 2015 – At Great Cost

  1. Lyn says:

    Atmosphere at its best. It gave me “the prickles” and little electric charges in my feet — if that makes sense.

  2. whoa. I don’t want to be trapped! well-penned, Michael 🙂

  3. Oh wow you really invoked the image that is one intense nightmare!

  4. Yay, to your savior. No more faltering though, OK?

  5. mandy says:

    That dream is similar to a recurring one I have— nightmare really. Unnerving even after I wake up. All dreams are in some way connected to reality- so they say. Great post, Michael.

  6. phlor says:

    I hope there is always someone there to hold you when you falter. Such a companion can help you walk that fine line.
    Excellent. I felt the fear, the panic, the hope.

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