I know there’s warmth on the other side. Sunshine and a breeze moving the clean ocean air. I can smell the salt and the earth from where I am, but it’s a stale, mustier version. Where I am is dark, cold and lonely. I have an amazing view of the contradictory habitat that exists only steps away. But with each step I take, I grow more and more afraid.
I want contentment. I want to be rid of this cold. I’m stuck in this cave called depression. Yearning for happiness and light. With the arms of panic wrapped around my chest, it squeezes tighter with each attempt. How do I get myself out of here? What do I have to do to touch the sun’s rays with my skin? I see paradise within arms reach, but can’t figure out how to cross over the threshold.
Inspired by Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt