Into (poem)

I step into the past,
and start walking in circles.
I step into the fear,
and allow myself to fall deeper.
I step into the dark,
and realize I can’t see a thing.
I step into the night,
and listen to its secrets.
I step into the fire,
and dance along with every spark.
I step into the unknown,
and am feeling pushed around.

And while stepping into
this and that and more,

I step into
Life,

and discover
– again –

that

Life
is
a
playground,

simply asking of me
to get into the groove.

– Caroline S’Jegers