Still haunts me to this day,
And still the nightmares repeat in my head.
I can’t decipher the lies from the truth.
All my mistakes, to replay in front of all whose opinion matters. mine.
I’m my own worst critic,
So I can only imagine what is going on in your mind.
I wake up shivering, remembering, shivering, remembering...
It kept going, and repeating,
Then you, shaking your head,
Looking less embarrassed for me,
And more embarrassed for yourself.
I chased you one way, while you ran the other,
All the way to the white horizon.
It’s...so...bright…
The lights are on, my covers tangled, my father by my side, alert.
False alarm...the alarm...blaring while I’m in a meadow?
I run, farther away, and thankfully it fades.
But still I run, imagining a mob...
So I focus on the running.
Gag, I’m panting, and almost stumble,
Steadying myself on a tree that feels like glass.
I lift a branch, withdrawing from the sudden cold breeze hitting my face.
I lookout and find myself witnessing a break taking scene of a pure, majestic waterfall.
So far up…so high, I’m curious as to the height, but am spell bound by the horizon.
Swirls of pink, orange, and purple kiss the neutral that is the terrain.
The sun reluctantly leaves the sky and earth at peace; I feel relaxed…
Then I HEAR the rushing water, I look down,
And to my surprise, acrophobia did not overtake me.
The cool breeze urges me closer to the rocky ledge…closer…my toes poking over.
I close my eyes and lean in to breathe the dewy, cool air.
I shudder unexpectedly, but don’t open my eyes.
The air becomes sharper and sharper, moister and moister,
The sound of rushing water deafening, all other senses numb.
The chilly, damp air slicing past my face, ripping through my hair,
I’m facing downward, upside-down, right side up before I open my eyes.
The elevation deceived me and it’s seconds before I hit the water,
White foam looking like cotton, yet that betrayed me as well, for I black out.
However, it smells of dirt and grass.
I imagine the scene of darkening water, holding my breath just in case.
I move my arms, and they flail.
The image of water turns gray, grainy, and solid… to black nothingness.
A sharp pain in my shoulder vanishes just as fast as it came.
Before I can wonder where I am,
A tunnel of surreal light appears in the distance, about the size of my thumb.
Hmmm, all I hope is that it leads my to my waterfall again.