nathan lyle

October 9, 2012

A dark and groaning skin of ice stretches ambivalently beneath each new step...
the weight of the icy depths below only thickens the dark biting air through which I swim.
Greater men than I have proven the ground pushes up against me as equally as I push down,
but the cold scab of life's sea remains unimpressed and taunts me.
Knowledge of a shoreline pulls me forward, though direction is at best pure hope.
My arms are wide for balance, my hands open and reaching for something more.
A lifetime passes between each step, caution wrestling with the urge to run.
The stars pierce the balanced darkness above,
a billion raging fires mutely judging my feeble flame.
Any move I make is lost to the eternity of infinite space,
but each step means a world gained or lost me.