Dark

I hear that pesky demon

Telling me this path is pointless,

That soon I’ll be stuck alone

Out in the woods in the rain.

But my ears also burn with the memory

Of what we said would be someday.

My eyes imagine the valley

Hidden behind the forest,

Rising fog, and my own dismay.

Dare I pass through that shadowed land

When all that will be left to guide me

Is the circling wind, clouded stars,

And my own thumping heart?

But how could I dare stay behind

When that would mean

I would spend the rest of my days in the dark?

–Written by Sandy Heights

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