The Path

The Path

 

The old treaded path has given way today

The sky turns dark and air feels dreary

She knows a storm is on its way

Her knees week and weary

 

Tears causing her eyes to start stinging

Her hands are tight and clenched

The wind begins screaming

Her heart is wrenched

 

Her mouth beseeching

For anyone who is listening

Tired eyes searching

For someone, something signaling

 

Branches pull and scratch her skin

Hateful whispers and dark laughter ricocheting in the air

“No” she screams, “You will not win!”

Whispers turn to shouts as they yell and dare

 

 

Rocks trip, making her fall, and stunned she lay

Then bloody and bruised she rises and shoulders on

The dark trees and thundering clouds give way

The sun stretches its arms as dusk turns to dawn

 

Peeking through the leaves, a new path comes into her view

This one however, is crumbling and over grown

Pulling a branch back she begins to make her way through

Shoulders back, head up knowing that this path will be her own

 

 

 

 

 

                 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Wakeofahero]

Well done this is good!

[Kennabee]

Thanks so much!!