Breaking by Carol Healey

Standing looking around

On sinking sand sinking ground

Looking around trying to see

The light in the trees.

Shaking, crying, screaming,

Am I dreaming

Walking very slow

As if I'm in the know.

Looking around

Can't hear a sound

So quiet outside

So loud inside

Running in haste

No time to waste

Shaking within

Standing in rubbish bin

Feeling dirty and scarred.

This is so hard.