Catching Fear

Catching fear in my palms, I knew I was devoid of hope, yet I still pushed on with the gossamer silver cord of life.¬†Bang! BanG! BANG!¬†Three knocks, in precise, it was the third consecutive three knocks, I was locked in a janitor’s storeroom, no exits, no space for life, no escape, at all. The thingContinue reading “Catching Fear”