Creature

Crawling in the dark. 
Cold, wet and anxious.
I have great remorse for what I have become.
This gray, damp, creature of despair and loss crammed into this dark corner over here.
This thing, chained by fear of the unknown, guarded most of it's life under lock and key.

The lock has rusted as have the chains and I am close to free, so close I can smell the cool night air.
I am scared though, with no one to be my guide as I stand before these cold iron gates.
My last barrier between me and freedom...

I am left to the decision,,,
Carry on?
Or let go?

A decision that must be carefully weighed...

A.J. Downey
12-17-2000