The Path

The path

hidden by trees

holds you back

from what’s worth seeing

deeper you go

branches and thorns

growing around you

light quickly fades

darkness consumes you whole

you trip

you fall

every stumble leaves a scratch

every tumble leaves a bruise

strength becomes your enemy

weakness becomes your friend

no love on the leaves

no gentle touch in the breeze

you fall to your knees

lost forever in the darkness

never forgotten in the light