Winding Path

A shadowy lake, like smooth dark silk; flowing clear and bright

The petals strewn and glowing light; shining in the night

The long winding path and here I walk, wanting to fly

As I walk over boulders and thorns; the blood flows and I cry

Salt entering my wounds, making it worse, but I can’t feel a thing anymore, why?

The pain numbs me, like ice, but limping, I continue, going on with life

Slowly the boulders come, overbearing and quick and a part of me dies

I stumble away from my path, the wounds getting worse

And a voice whispers trying to guide me back to light

I cannot hear it, my chains overbearing, the mist coming closer

As I trudge on, lost, a hand slowly guides me back to all that is good and bright

I hold on for dear life, never wanting to let go

And I shed grateful tears at the warmth of the light

The footsteps echo as I walk on