A Peek into a Notebook

gliding across an empty abyss

like socks on the oak wood floors

I’ll find my way someday

but I wonder how far offshore

I couldn’t stop or turn away

even if I tried

because as far as I throw my sight

only fear is returned for eyes

and as the frigid wind turns

my hands and feet to stone

I search for light in hope that I

can find my way back home

the darkness doesn’t frighten me

the way it did before

I used to be scared of what I couldn’t see

as if it was hiding more

so I lay down on this frigid plain

and let my body rest

as I slide furthermore to the emptiness

of the cold and dark abyss