written by: Tatyana Kot
My face is bathing in the velvet dark,
While back is still sun-lit.
The sweat of soil and the hum of rotting bark
Are sweet and tightly knit.
My feet are planted still upon my mark,
However, choice is made.
I take a breath, exhale
And make a step into the silent dark.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I process the world though poetry. Poetry in everything.