The Pathway

Hey I’m almost there, walking on the pathway of glass now, hoping it won’t break

Staring at the sun-painted tulips that occasionally appear on the way

The grass was tinted lightly with golden tips of pride

I pass by the small green hills that were implanted to create the long horizon ahead of me

Then, out of nowhere…the sky turns to a death-threatening shade of black

I look around, but can’t seem to find the light that once followed me wherever I went

I held my breath,

For a second, for a moment, I swore I wouldn’t let go until It came back

And then, I ran.

I ran, I couldn’t stop running. I have to find it! I have to find it!

How am I to reach you without a light? Without the light of hope and passion? Without the light that guided me all these years?

I stopped. I stopped walking. For a second, for a moment. I swore I wouldn’t stand again.

Rain. A sudden wave of strong unforgivable rain. I can’t describe it to you the feeling. The feeling I had while I sat there, watching it all burn.

I looked around again. Looking for something, anything. And then, I saw it.

A tulip.

Even though it had rained uncontrollably, It still stood high, gleaming with its light.

I smiled, don’t worry I’m still coming, wait for me.