I have heard tales about these shadows of doubt.
Quiet little backwoods knolls…
Where the secrets to life dance about.
Lurking among the ambient light,
saturating the will to fight.
I have stepped out to what appeared as my, last storm.
Braving the elements without my bitter, weathered, coat on.
It lay there in the contrasting shade.
Below the frozen peril…that I knew I belonged.