The Woods at Night

The sliver of the moon,

Barely lights up the path,

As I head home,

Walking,

Walking near the woods.

I was a messenger,

Leaving after it was received,

But not soon enough,

To avoid,

Avoid the eyes of the trees.

I know they are not alive,

Not like humans or animals,

But why then,

Am I afraid,

Afraid that my time might be up?

Their shadows reach for mine,

I walk faster,

My heartbeats increase,

As the crunching,

Crunching leaves grow louder.

My eyes fixate on the porch light,

Its yellow light sends me hope,

That if I don't look elsewhere,

I will,

I will make it.

Then none too soon,

I am safe,

Standing on the porch,

Hand on the doorknob,

Knowing,

Knowing that there will be a next time.