Endings

I think I know where the path leads. Hence, I take small, measured, premeditated steps with a strategy. The gaps between the trunks and leaves show glimpses of the sky, and am imagined destination. Yes, the sky is where I want to reach.

A turn, a stone and a fall — and I am in the abyss below. I can still see the sky, but where am I? Mindsets change, in a state of relativity.

I dream of a hand to pull me up, but it does not appear.

Aaaargh …. I wake up with a scream and the nightmare ends. But has it ended? I am alive and awake, and open to endings — which can appear anytime, from anywhere.

 

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