Edges

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

On the edge

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