Ok, I was working on this new story of mine 'The Kaiser and the Little Lamb'(message me if you have any better ideas!) and this poem popped up. Set durning season two when Rachel is hovering between life and death.
Is someone out there trying to save me?
Save me from this terrible dissipation?
This horrible vanishing?
Or am I truly alone, now?
There are tears falling from my eyes, yet I do not weep.
I am shaking, yet fear refuses to consume me.
It would be easier for the fear to take me over.
Then, finally a light breaks into this limbo.
O, how I welcome it after my horrible banishment.
I start to run toward it, only to stop.
Deep inside of me, fear rears its ugly head and I find many reasons not to embrace this light.
Thoughts of death, of the Society fill my head and my eyes widen.
Terrified, I draw back.
Then I hear a voice.
At first I cannot recognize it.
Then it all comes flooding back.
Tears welling in my eyes, I run to the light and out of this hellish limbo.
I am free.