Mary

I take a large inhale as I step off of the platform of the long school bus. I watch it screech away and then turn to look at the entrance of the school. The building seems to tower over me.

The dark is a kingdom,
The abyss.
It is possobilities, 
Possobilities that only one’s mind can create. 
It is the possibility that one step,
One step forward, 
Could lead to one's death. 

Waves crash against the sea rocks,
Barnacle covered boulders lapped by the water.
Their surfaces worn smooth,
From the years of the sea carving them away. 
In out and out the sea goes, in and out.