There she stood; now
here she stands
On her small island
A visual of her
private world- seemingly solid
Yet so very fragile
Darkness crowds in-
the only light
A dim glow at the
center of her island
Like a candle, it
casts out the darkness in its immediate proximity
The edges, in
shadow, cannot be seen
They are a mystery
And that's where she
find herself
Standing on the
edge- in the darkness
Not covered; yet
covered enough
Fear threatens- her
footing unsure
In the shadows
Where is the edge?
What are the boundaries?
She takes a step
back, and hears the breaking of dirt;
Rocks falling
Her world is
crumbling
Falling into the
black abyss outside of her island
The light is growing
ever more faint
The wind taunts at
the small flame
She tries
desperately to reach the light
To protect it
Forward she lunges
Fumbling towards
what remains
The darkness
overtakes where she had just stood
The light- now a
mere flicker
Only illuminates the
core of this, her private island
She stands- fighting
the shadows that hover at her back
Again, she feels the
ground beneath her feet-
It shifts; no longer
a solid
Her heart begins to
pound-
She begins to slip
As the darkness
crowds in, the solidity of her world fades
She finds herself
once more
On the edge