I heard a cry, a call for help.
Running into the woods
I saw no one.
I heard it again, “Someone help me!”
Anxious to find out what was going on,
I took off running.
Behind thorn bushes and through the trees,
I came upon a path.
I followed the path, running, my brain swarming with thoughts.
I had to keep going.
Something felt unusual.
“Help me!” I heard again.
I stopped.
I spun around, my eyes exploring, but there was nothing to see.
I was alone in the dark on an ended path and it was just me.
Am I going crazy? Is there something wrong?
I still faintly heard the voice.
It sounded like it was coming from behind me, I turned,
But nothing there.
Suddenly I realized that I was the one crying for help.
This was the voice in my head.
The person calling for help was me.
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