The Rat

©2001 Garrett Clevenger

A cold wind blows through my window. I thought I sealed myself inside.

Isolated, yet whipped by the wind. Should I try to close it again?

Perhaps I can draw the curtains back and be alone in the dark.

I hear shuffling, sounds like a rat. That moves under cover of black.

Searching for a bit of nourishment. Together we are alone.

How would you feel, alone with a rat, knowing the cold winds blowing back?

I scurry along a ledge, searching for a bit of nourishment.

Focus ahead. Don't look down. Anxiety pulls from all around.

I am shaking, I am tempted. Do I jump and find my fears?

Or does fear grip me, keep me from calling. Either way I'm falling, alone.

In the dark with a cold wind as my comfort. I pray that someone catches me.

Make it my Lover, with a soft glove and the tender embrace of our Love.

I want to stop falling.