Fade

FEAR~The Trees

The trees, the trees, the trees, the trees
They reach out trying to grab me
Wrapping their gnarled hands into my hair
Trying to keep me there
They know what I am running from
And they think that I must face it
I dodge the trees with their prickly needles
Scratching my face
I trip over a large root
And twist my ankle
Falling to the ground
Scraping up my arms
Trying to crawl away
From everything
I watch the end of the world
Come into view
Bending my cold fingertips around the cut off ground
I look back at the monster chasing me
With new and old threats
And I wonder which to do
To face the fear or not
I must keep going my mind tells me
I heave my body over the edge of the cliff
And fall into
The trees, the trees, the trees, the trees