Challenge
Challenge of the Month XI: December
The Unknown. Perhaps it's our purpose, or an obscure branch of theoretical physics. Maybe it's the existence of a supreme being, or the origin of life. Or maybe it's something more personal. Write about something unknown. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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The Witness
I am afraid.
Of what will become of Me,
Of everything.
A collection of experience,
Of history.
Intangible as gossamer
And sunlight.
Eternity doesn’t suit me.
Every thing has its end—
Like it’s beginning, uncertain
And precarious.
A new foal, an old horse.
A generation lost, a new one emerges.
I am afraid of the
Abyss that could await,
A bleak stare into the unknowable.
A universe, of fire and of dust,
Seemingly indifferent to us.
I ask the Earth, the Universe,
Why She made Me so.
And She does not reply,
I’ve never liked the unknown.
But how would the Universe
Know herself, with all Her
Power and Her Creativity,
If not for a bystander?
And so,
out of the fire and the emptiness,
We came,
Perhaps to Witness.
Always watching,
Never to know.