I stop on the road,
Wondering.
Wandering,
I knew where I was headed
At one time
Before the path pushed past me
And now – I’m unsure.
I climbed a hill once.
I climbed many.
Any would have been difficult enough
But many
Left me fearful and distrustful,
Cautious, cynical.
The sun that sets, they say, will shine again
But the dawn feels distant
And I, resistant.
As darkness deepens,
The moon lights the path behind.
The way forward is dark as doom.
Thoughts are my enemy
Swelling my fears
Compelling anxieties.
The bats and the beasts
Bump in the dark of my mind.
Demons, a cacophony
Dance in my head
Weakness and worry
Failure and doubt
The nightmares of lack
I’ve created in my mind.
I’ve created.
I step forward
The moon lights the way.