Icicles hang from the ceiling of the cave

I know I should be but I’m not that afraid

It’s been hard to conjure fear in me

Ever since my personal World War 3

I like to think I’m brave, this walk will help me tell

Or I’m just walking into a stupid personal hell

As long as I’m in the woods, I’m not alone, oh no

There’s so much around me, that I don’t want to know...

Transparent, frozen, solid bars hanging from above: they surround her as the cold does.

Silence but for her own muted steps on the fallen leaves, her breath and the beating of her own heart.

She stops.

Silence but for the faint dripping sounds the bars make as they melt, and her heart which she can’t stop.

Silence between drips and heartbeats.

Silence. Ephemeral.

There she stands, as frozen...

The best part of winter is early morning after a heavy snow storm just as the sun gets bright. The air is crisp. Everything is quiet and insulated by new snow. The ground is soft and fresh and bright with it’s new blanket.

The only thing you can hear are the little song birds, waking up, searching for seed. They flutter about the branches, knocking tufts of snow to the ground with soft fwump...

Ever shining between the panes

A light so dim that ever wanes

Far over and yonder

Leave ye to ever ponder

Once more I plore

Through vastly shores

Amongst the vain

Eternal pain

The glisten the toils

Feeling ever frayle.

To be no more....

Bare feet pad through the wet underbrush, each step thumps thumps along rhythmically with my pounding heart. Branches claw at my coat, my arms batting absently behind me - the force forward is enough. They will not keep me here, no, no one will keep me here. It is not where I belong.

Not anymore.

I haven’t heard them in awhile. That unsettles me more than their shrieking wails. Keeping quiet mea...

Tis dark stay away from the park.

Tis night be careful ye might bite.

Tis okay dont fright.

Tis just night.

Ye are here I sense when near

Just stay clear of the mist

For tis where ye lurk

Ye will jerk thine into the unknown

May break thy bone

Will this change thy tone

Ye will drag into the underneath

Ye will break the teeth

Ye will claw the chest

Ripping one’s flesh

Put thy to rest

Oh ...

**The air is sharp, the silence deep,**

**Each breath a ghost the cold will keep.**

**Through icy spires, a shadow lingers,**

**The frost bites soft with brittle fingers.**

**A path unknown, a whispered dare,**

**The light ahead both faint and rare.**

**Each step resounds in hollow song,**

**The journey cruel, the night so long.**

**What calls me here, what force unseen,**

**Through frozen veils...

I wanted to follow what I feel. I wanted to feel the coldness of the ice crystals and how pointy they were. Boy did it hurt. But as long as I knew it was a blue hue out here I could feel the ice, the cold. See when I was little whenever it was cold outside and there was ice everywhere my mom would always say there’s a blue hue outside which simply means it’s cold and the sky would always look blu...

SNAP! A twig breaks loudly under his heavy sole. His boots breaking roots, crushing leaves and smashing anything under foot. The forest is wild and dense, full of mystery and noise. Yet so was he.

A quiet rain falls on the man as he tramples his way through. It doesn’t disturb him, nothing can keep him from his mission. His breath is labored and unsteady. He vaults a fallen tree and a loud thud ...

I stumble upon a new land

Hoping to leave the old one behind

The pain

The memories

The tears

As well as the illusion of happiness I had all along

I go deeper within the trees

Hoping to find anything or everything

The warmth of the sun

Turning cold

And the trees

Barren

What I thought was the worst

Wasn’t?

But…that didn’t make sense

Why?

I was promised a paradise

No.

I wasn’t

I knew the ris...