Crawling

A very intense dream that I had one night...

Crawling on bruised knees, I sift through the dirt with swollen and bloody fingers. Will I ever find my way out of here? Am I doomed to sift through this forever? Or will everything collapse upon me, covering me until I breathe my last breath? I crawl and dig for what seems like hours, noticing as I continue on, that there is water on my face. Is it raining? Have I found a way out? Where is this water coming from? A sob catches in my throat as I realize that it is not water falling on my face, but tears streaming from my blue eyes. Why am I trapped? Where am I trapped? Does anyone know that I am here? Does anyone care that I am gone? I look down upon my swollen left hand to see my beautiful ring sparkling back at me. On a hand covered with dirt and muck, how can this gem continue to shine brighter than any star in the sky? Is it a sign? Does it mean anything? I begin to cry again, this time fully aware of the emotions I am displaying. I allow my body to be wracked with the deep, cleansing sobs and tears, knowing that they are born out of fear, loneliness, and the knowledge that you are gone and I am utterly alone. Will I find my way without you? That is the current question on my mind as I fade into the darkness again...