180. The Long Dark

After years
living in the squalor
of the long dark
a hand found mine.
The sense of shock
that once came with not knowing
or being startled
had all but disappeared years ago.

Instead
numb
the hand took my own
drew me up to stand
then slowly began to pull.
It wasn’t until months later that
I recognized I was being led
out of the dark
finally
out of the dark
back home.

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