on edge

does one enter
the darkened glen
at dusk
knowingly that night
will soon follow

that the moon’s light won’t filter
through the limbs
the ground
hard and cold
will not comfort

night sounds
will louden
while one’s voice
will silence

courage

no longer tied
to a mooring
one can only see
so far
the horizon
barely exists
enduring
feeling lost
on an endless sea
of misplaced emotions

desire attempts
to burn through the mist
of vanished hope

stability found in
steadily fixing one’s

there is something
to be said
about exposing
oneself
to being brutally honest
to oneself
to not passing judgement
on oneself
to feeling
every emotion
letting each take
hold for as long as it takes
to recognize
the pain
the joy