Freedom or Damnation

Your words cut through me like a bitter winter wind.

I'm lost in the eye of a storm, marooned on an island of my worst fears.
You've isolated me, alienated me, and all the while, the storm draws closer.

Your words begin to take physical form.
As they materialize around me, panic takes hold.

Terror fills my lungs, rising through my throat until it steals my voice.
I try to scream, but nothing comes.

Frantically, I search for a way out.
I can feel them closing in.

And somewhere in the distance, I hear your voice calling out to me.

Will you guide me to freedom?

Or will you be the cause of my damnation?