From the trail through the malevolent forest
The sound of roaring water leads me forward.
So loud, not unlike the thoughts churning through my mind.
I have developed a bad habit of letting them run wild
With the excuse of creativity.
Thoughts of darkness,
Moving so fast they pull me under
I am drowning in them.
The trees are quiet, the sky, grey, void of birdsong.
Winter is here.
I force myself onward
I know what lies ahead.
Nearing the source, pause to drink it in:
Flowing waters ripple gently, then
swiftly, as the current picks up.
I clamber down onto the rocks, perching myself at water’s edge.
Finally, the sound of the water rushing over the falls drowns out the sound of my own fears.
Anxieties cease; I feel peace
If only for a moment.