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Friday, August 28, 2009

Dark Path

Photo by Brett Trafford
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Fine damp
Threads hang, wetting
My face. They thicken and
Puff, hiding the path. Trail's end


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Crafty Green Poet said...

heavy rainclouds hang
over heather dark moorland -
light in the distance.

Laura Jayne said...

Step after step
away from you

Mile after mile
the shadows grow

Tear after tear
fall from my heart

septembermom said...

Fearful eyes wonder
if that cloud of doubt
will follow each step.

A darkness can engulf
the distressed soul
with quicksand speed.

Grab your inner torch
for the faintest light
will cut through despair.

christine said...

Every cloud has a silver lining.
Do you see it?
Grasp it.
Remember it.

morganna said...

Fine damp
Threads hang, wetting
My face. They thicken and
Puff, hiding the path. Trail's end

manivannan said...
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manivannan said...

Pregnant clouds
Dark Path
Light afar

Dani said...

First I walk alone. I do not feel afraid, and wonder why. Something seems to await me with an ominous sort of darkness before me. Yet my feet continue to step.

One foot in front of the other, I wet out, eyes focused at the long road before me. Darkness approaches. It comes quickly, quicker than I had expected. A chill runs through my body and I feel the goosebumps prick my skin. Yet I move forward. My feet seem to move on their own. They drag me forward fearlessly, ignoring the pattering of my heart.

My eyes continue to stare ahead, focusing on the graveled road stretching before me. The way is straight. It appears to be simple. Yet that daunting feeling of something dark awaiting me does not let go of my heart. My chest squeezes within me painfully. Yet I move on.

Then before I was aware, a warm hand took hold of mine. It clutched me with confidence and I looked to my side. He had come to help me. The chill left me instantly as my gaze met with his for an instant. Then together we continued forward. The darkness, still ominous, was not so harsh. My journey appeared to be brighter. The dark sky opened for a moment and I could see past its hold, a glimpse of blue.

We stepped forward together with a confidence, a partnership I hadn't expected. Hope returned. There is a light at the end.

Merriam said...

the shadowy abyss.