I was in the arctic.
Those frozen forests of Alaska.
North of Fairbanks,
in the wild Yukon.

 

It was night,
and the moon shown,
on the white, bright snow.
Everything had a light, blue glow.

 

It was cold,
minus 60 degrees,
and I prayed to God,
for a sign to go.

 

I needed a change,
a new life, away
to go. A way to escape,
the life I was in.

 

I no longer cared.
I no longer tried.
I no longer lived.
It no longer mattered.

 

Then, something drew my gaze.
I cannot say what.
There was nothing there.
But, I knew it would appear.

 

And before it came,
I was excited to see.
Ready for whatever was
coming; ready for it to be.

 

And there it was!
An Arctic Fox appeared
on a small mound before me.
And he watched me, as I watched him.

 

And I knew in that instant I was free.
Free to go. Free to flow.
Free to die. Free to flee.
It was ok. God was with me.


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