Into the Woods

Desperately, I held onto the rock wall as though if I lost my grip, I’d fall to certain death.

Dare to look down.

And so I looked: the deep velvet soil looking back at me,
patiently,
5 to 7 inches from my feet.

Let go.

And so I let: the ground so much closer than I had been sure.

Turn around.

And so I thought: “I know this rock so well. It has been my home, clinging to the crevices of this stone. Once, it did serve a purpose. And now?”

Turn around.

And so I turned: to face a forest to which the dirt path,
on which I hesitated,
led and disappeared.

Walk.

And so I followed: into the unknown
into the woods.

 

 

 

Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne

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