In the Corner
by Michelle Goodale

Running through the darkness,
Trying to find some light.
Afraid to look behind,
Scared of what I’ve left,
There’s something back there,
That I have left,
I need it now unable to find it.
I run into a wall,
I try to climb but I can’t.
There are no grips to grip.
Nothing but smooth concrete.
Frustrated I try to see in the dark behind me,
With much concentration I can see,
There’s nothing there to see.
Inside I know there’s something there,
I concentrate to the right of me,
And what I see scares me.
I know that way is wrong not right,
But an echoing voice calls,
Erie and faintly in the dark,
Enticing me to come.
It says it’s right,
I know it’s wrong.
The past trail I fear to travel
So here I am
Stuck in the middle of wrong and fear
Pain and death
Without another thing to do
So here I am
In the Corner.
Written 5-24-94

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