Ensnared in a web of
ropes.
Trapped, I reach, crawl,
cower, cringe and claw.
This is not
real life.
It can’t be
real life.
Am I sleeping?
Am I
dreaming?
Tell me I’m sleeping.
This is only a
nightmare.

To be powerless is unfamiliar.
Time to wake up.

© Hilary Clark ~ 9/22/17

See the quilt here