Every Rock- A Story

Every Rock- A Story

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Halt

Slowly I take my steps, careful as I move.
The woods are dark now and I hear nothing familiar.

Crunching leaves and glimpses of stars through the trees
come to be the only hope- and a beacon they are.

Carrying it all- up
and back down, but I am too scared to stop.

No moon can I see, even he has abandoned me.
The drum of my heartbeat and the pulse in my soul are all to rely on.

Coming to a halt, I sleep in the snow.
And I take on the dreams of the ones who have slept there,
hoping that one day I will do it again.

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