it begins

the aweful rowing

isolated within the web
cold, bitter day reflects
deeper anguish within
wrestling demons dark
keeps you fast alone
unable to voice the words
the path faint, disappears
rooted within the cave
the rowing now begins.

Maysa Peterson

Trapped. Photography by Daniel Wilson

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