Staring back behind me
It’s been an easy path so far
Muscles weary already
Hands caked with dirt
How will I carry on!?
Tripping, falling, stumbling
Unseen obstacles
A shrouded fog descends from the trees
As they whisper cruel words I cannot understand,
Yet still they dig into me
Blue sky melts into black clouds
A crescendo of thunder
Teeth chatter as rain falls
People huddle in safety up ahead
But I can hardly see them anymore
Suddenly the clouds break
A single piercing ray of light
The ground is wet, the path is still hard
But there is a light to follow
It’ll all end up alright!.
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