6.
I don't realize what has happened
until it's too late
this slipping and sliding
into darkness
and I thought I could prepare myself
this time
I thought I could find something to hold
a branch
a smile
a song
but the surface is slippery
resistance seems a wasted effort
so I stop scrambling and let myself slide away until the blackness
swallows me whole
and after a long time
I think
I should get to know this place
press my nose against its glass
wrap my arms around its form
give my heart up to its healing
but I'm afraid
and I try to remember why and all that comes to mind is that maybe someone told me once
that I should be afraid of the dark
or maybe it was a dream I had and when I awoke it just seemed so very real
that I accepted it as fact
the fear
and so I wipe away the condensation of my breath
with resolve emboldened
I peer in
and see nothing
nothing
to be afraid of.
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