The Middle

The forest floor feels overwhelmingly small
Shrouded in tree cover, darkness
I am a spec of nothingness within it

Running through its density
Easily sidetracked by frightening monsters
Strange noises
The vast uncertainty of what surrounds me

I spend much of my time
Frozen in fright
Wondering what to make of the world around me
Lingering longer than most
Contemplating the unseen, the unknown 

I’m looking for something
And I keep moving forward 
Searching, but finding myself easily distracted
By small unassuming things

A blessing or a curse
But probably both
Noticing everything around me
Drowning in the details

But beyond the tree cover
Far above where I stand
There is more

The sun is shining
The sky is blue
Birds are soaring above 
The dampened chaos of below

That’s what I’m reaching for
Where I want to go
Maybe not as high as the sun
Or even the birds

In the middle
Not quite above
Not quite below
-K.M.