Dark Path

Dark Path

 

The dark path,

Rocky,

Brambled,

Shrouded in mists and

Noisome fumes,

He can go back,

But there,

It is darker.

He forges on.

To each side are pitfalls,

Into them

He has fallen.

More than once he has fallen.

He has taken bruises,

He has been cut,

He has taken breaks,

But he has not broken.

The way is dark yet,

He forges on.

Has he wished for light?

Most assuredly,

And the dark has been pierced,

Briefly,

And sometimes from a distance,

And always

Dark returns.

For this space is darkness surrounding,

With brilliant points illuminating,

Themselves surrounded.

This he sees and

He forges on.

The path is ever before him,

Dark as it is,

And trails behind,

Where it is so much darker.

No matter,

He forges on.

 

Cliff Lake 12/11/2024

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