The Path

Staring back behind me

It’s been an easy path so far

Muscles weary already

Hands made raw from dirt and cold

How will I carry on?

 

Tripping, falling, stumbling

Rocks, sticks, the whole forest seeks to bring me down.

A shrouded fog descends from the trees

As they whisper cruel words I cannot understand,

 Yet still they dig into me

 

Blue sky melts into black clouds

A crescendo of thunder

A chill envelopes me as rain falls

People rest in safety up ahead

But I can hardly see them anymore

 

Suddenly the clouds break

A single piercing ray of light

The ground is wet, the path is still hard

But there is a light to follow

It’ll all end up alright.