With bare feet
I step with conviction
Along stepping stones
Molded from sin.
A layer of moss
My only protection
From burning my skin.
To leave the path
Would wash my soul away
In the rage of unholy
water
The stones inhabit.
Patience is my compass
In search for solid
ground,
Awaiting the water to
narrow
I take a leap of faith
Landing on a sandy shore
Where my feet sink
A cool six inches
With every thankful
stride…
Bad news, I was lost;
Good news, I was in
paradise,
Or a form of.
When I reached
The lush green of a
forest
The sticks and stones
Abused my feet like a
peasant
While my eyes
Were treated like a king
Admiring his treasures.
There was calm,
I felt peace
Till the call of the wild
Shattered my serenity
Like a wine glass
Against a wall.
Perched upon the remains
Of a tree cut down
In its prime
I seek the howl that
reminded me
Why hearts ache.
Then fur as white as snow
Approached like the fury
of a storm
With no remorse in its
snarl
Face to face
I saw no compassion in
its eyes
But somehow read its mind
Making me realize
Fear works both ways.
When its black haired
companion
Joined in
I knew this was the end.
Taking a deep breath
I closed my eyes
And let the dark be my
guide
To the light.