Wind

The edge comes ever closer, bringing with it light, and sheer darkness.
My feet run against the ground, splashing the memories within these bones.
The edge comes ever closer, showing its destruction, and peer joy of freedom.
The desaturated clouds show my heart, the glowing clouds reveal my freedom.
The wind blows a soft breeze at my face, making my fears float away.
Inside myself, I feel warmed, and yet humble with my own spirit.
I am not alone, and the edge which has been overcome with blackness looms ever farther.
For I am walking back, my feet no longer shifting the sand below me.
I am floating, with my fears no part of me.
But on my face, the wind is still blowing, ever so softly.



I just felt like writing, so I did.