Ever boulder-hop when you were a kid? In a big river? You have to keep crossing back and forth. Every time you jump, you wonder if you will make it, or miss it and get carried downstream. Worse is to jump, think you’ve landed safely, yet almost immediately find yourself helplessly sliding down some hidden slime covered patch while trying to find another rock to grab to save yourself?
I am a force of nature, full of light and life.
I am a she-devil, spreading hurt and confusion.
Will I find just a measure of rest in the night?
And might I prevail, fending off illusion?