Darkness In The Woods

• Mia Stubbs, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Frost nibbles at my fingers. I trudge through the deep snow forbidding me to continue.
The trees are branches of frost. The stars, flecks of gold against the darkness blanketing the sky. And the moon, a light of pure silver, like a knife cutting through the dense darkness of this world. A loud roar erupts from the depths of the woods. I run knowing my time is coming but not accepting it. I have to try. The low growl of the creature growing louder and louder. I think of my life, my loss. I understand why this has to happen. Blackness. Pain. Death.