Placing my hand on the damp sidewalk,
Wet, gritty, rough,
Not able to talk,
Crawling with every bit of my strength,
Stretching to make another arm’s length,
Breathing heavy as I push with one leg,
Remembering how he had told me to beg.
Reaching farther, almost into the light,
Regretting I even had to be out tonight.
Pulling myself up at the old lamp post,
Needing to make it only two more hours,
Escaping the plots of the evil night prowlers.
Written on November 9, 2018