Poem
In the mist beyond
A wonder within
A reason to live
A lost soul
A journey for purpose
He looks past the here and now to see what all could be
Take that brave step, jump off the cliff, and see what’s down below
He can’t see past the sun-tipped fog but can imagine what secrets it holds
It whispers out to him
So faint and subtle
So beautiful and luring
His foot inches forward
Desperation tugging at his sleeve
His curiosity, his intrigue, an invisible rope, pulling him to the unknown
What lies beyond the mist? He must know
A few more steps and there he goes, off the cliff
The misty blue fog, so thick he can feel it
He lost grip of his staff, his eyes squeezed shut, and screams of terror echo around him
He barrels towards the ground
Where does this lead? What will become of me? This was a horrible idea.
Falling… plummeting
Is this what dreaming is like? They always said curiosity killed the cat.
He pries one eye open, just a peek, the harsh air pushing at his eye
Water?
The glistening blue waves look almost peaceful
They near in view
Rising and falling, crashing, the rhythm of nature
What a sight to see.
Then everything goes black.
