Photo from Eindhoven by Lucía Ferro

The Dark Night Of The Soul

I see myself

over and over

at the bottom

of a well.

The water

keeps raising.

My chest

keeps aching.

I take

my last breath

and the water

covers my head.

But the air

I exhale

creates a bubble

of pain.

And I feed

on the pain,

becoming the fuel

of my internal duel.

Oh, the fight

it elevates me high

allowing me to see,

and more importantly,

to breath.