Rescued As I sit at the kitchen table I am alone with my thoughts Like fair-weather friends at first They are not threatening at all But shadows creep up And lurk at the edges of my mind Drooling, snarling and gnashing their teeth The shadows are eager to devour me Closer, closer they are encroaching on my sanity I struggle to recall sweeter thoughts But the shadows defeat me Darkness closes in, I cannot out-run them My soul cries out in terror Desperate to escape My heart thrashes, a wild thing Trapped in an ivory cage Then I am lost in a howling black void I am consumed by a darkness No mortal light can pierce Overwhelmed by the abyss that is my soul I genuflect in agony Calling upon my savior He kneels beside me, takes my hand And leads me into the light Lisa C. Fry