Last post I was in a daze. This one I’ve found my way.
His goodbye was lengthy, He knew he’d never be back Down this path, from which no one has ever returned, was frightening but necessary
See his village was dying, every night he’d lose blood, and loved ones. His people feared it as the wrath of God But God wouldn’t do this would he? They were good people He was stronger than them He didn’t know why, but he still needed them He stumbled down the dirt road. Water in his eyes, he could barely see down in No one could speculate on where it went, just that it went, so he went Corpses litter the ground, he knew these people well They all seem to have been coming back He wanted to turn back too but he knew what needed to be done He began to run The energy he mustered surprised even himself Leaves ruffled in his presence He sprinted for so long it felt like hours All until he stopped Dirt flew from under his feet down the giant canyon in his way A sharp fall awaited him He grit his teeth and spun around Mumbling to himself, he began to walk back He felt a subtle pressure on his back and turns Like someone guiding him, someone present, but not in his presence He loved his God he knew his faith was strong But was it stronger than his fear? Before he allowed himself to think he ran and jumped from the cliff the canyon floor seems to be nonexistent as he fell for days He had lost all hope until a bright light emanated below him He sprouted wings but couldn’t fly His clothes turned a sharp white So did his eyes Suddenly, Kudzinayi was amongst the clouds Everything felt right, and God, was in sight