Feeling the Sunsh
An EHS Student Speci
Linger
by Mary Jordan
The setting sun bathes the earth in a pink
light
Distant beams of color that never land
upon me
Dawn shimmers above me, a peaceful
collage of warmth
But that warm light never seems to touch
my skin
I linger here
These muddy walls sealing me in
I see the sun
I know it is there
I cannot reach its warmth
I cannot return to the surface
My fingernails are crusted with cool soil
Humiliating marks of my previous
attempts
To climb up and away
From my earthen prison
My own escape fantasy
Is more fantastical than it seemed
I don’t bother trying any longer
I watch quietly from afar
I can’t return