In the Forest At Midnight
every night at midnight I am wrapped up in a thick covering of warmth that protects me from the chilling snow that lays outside my window
the moon sings enchanting melodies and whispers in my ear, luring me outside
suddenly I am standing knee deep in snow and my feet sting from balancing on the prickly sticks as I feel frostbite shoot up my spine
but I do not leave
I do not shiver and I do not wince
the moonlight shines down onto me like its only purpose of being in the sky is for me to stare at.
it shines a spotlight on me and tells me that everything's going to be ok
but then the wolves begin to howl and remind me that I am not the only one ensnared
the moonlight quickly shifts its point of view and casts light onto the entire field and suddenly I do not know where I am
I am unfamiliar with my bearings now
but it's so bright that I can examine every inch of this foreign land
foxes emerge from the brush and ravens dart to the ground and I do not know whether I should be afraid or befriend them
but I have found company in the moonlight
and at this moment, the clocks have stopped and my mind is cleared of all my doubts and depressions
because the stars are making my skin dance and I can feel the soft winter's wind brush against my cheek
as animals of all kinds, each representing my fears, gather around me
and I am no longer afraid of what the night holds
and I do not feel so alone.
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