Michael Ken
1 min readOct 28, 2019

One step, two steps,

Into the storm,

Into the darkness; away from the known,

Away from the light, farther from home,

Sunken in fear, completely alone.

Three steps, four steps,

Into the fray,

Into the depths; under the waves,

Under the pressure, sinking away,

Deeper and deeper, losing my way.

Five steps, six steps,

Into the kill,

Into the stillness; surrender my will,

Surrender desire, unable to feel,

Nothing to hope for, nothing to heal.

Seven steps, eight steps,

Out from the night,

Out of the horror; in spite of the fright,

In spite of the bleakness, inspired to fight,

Above the deep murk, glows a dim light.

Nine steps, ten steps,

Out from the snare,

Out of death’s clutches; swim up if you dare,

Swim with lungs burning, towards the sun’s glare,

Breaking the surface, gasping for air.



Michael Ken

My journal about life in the woods. Visit intothewoods.blog to see my complete journal, photographs, and articles.