The Cost of Survival

I remember that feeling….

To shiver in the dark, cold nylon a bitter friend.

I remember that feeling….

Blisters on my feet, and a hatchet in my hand.

I remember that feeling….

Dark horizons and an empty sky, far away from home.

I remember that feeling….

Clear water streams, and a hole in the ground.

I remember that feeling….

As life drifted away, Peat Moss and Wood Smoke