
Jumping in the unknown.
Making the discomfort my new home.
Jumping in, a chill to my body, both heart and soul.
Getting lower and lower,
feeling so alone.
Will I make a friend down there?
I honestly don’t know.
I won’t until I get to the bottom, no place else to go.
Getting lower and lower, so dark and so cold.
How will I warm myself, in this new home.
Nothing but the clothes I wear, this fall taking taking to long.
“How much longer?” I ask
“Not much farther,” whispered from the darkness
An answer back
I fall to my fears, I fall to my death, I fall to my uncertainty, I fall to my final life test.
I am finally to the bottom, and I strain to see.
Before me I reach
Someone in this dark lonely abyss, waiting for me.
They probably felt all the thing I just experienced, except being left here alone,
With no one to greet them, to this new home.
Another lonely soul, just like mine, searching for warmth
In this lonely abyss , now ours, not just mine.
About the Creator
Angel Sparks
To me, words will always go with actions, they are beautiful, dicey and all together fun. Actions complete those words, especially when conveying a deep message, I hope to do just that.




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