Stepping out, uneasy

Stepping out, uneasy

 

There comes a time when life

Leaves you hungry, cold, and you say, “enough.”

I will go to the woods,

Take the dark path

To the witch’s house.

If she has me work

A year and a day

I may learn something.

I will risk her tricks

And her legendary rage

For a chance at life.

If she eats me,

I will not starve.

 

So be it.

This life leaves me hungry

And cold, and wanting.

I will go

To the witch’s house

And be turned into

Myself.