Along the twisted path,
Branch after branch
Claws at our limbs.
Danger lurks behind
Each, eerie embankment.
Fear quickly rises
Gripping tightly to our
Hearts and minds.
Imagines race past,
Jumbled and unclear,
Keeping us questioning.
Lingering doubts seep
More and more.
Never relenting
Or surrendering.
Pausing only to
Quell the
Rapid rush of
Sadness, we press on
To our waiting fate.
Under the sky
Veiled in darkness,
We stop abruptly as
Xanthic light bathes us.
Yearning for safety, we
Zero in on the journey’s end.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Petit
Middle School Teacher (most days!)
Aspiring Poet and Short Story Writer (whenever possible!)
Dedicated aunt and committed sports fan
I love a good twist and enjoy trying to surprise others with my writing.
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