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Feb 2020
This road forks into many directions  

Light feels like a distant memory as the heart feels chased by darkness  

which way  

Which way  

The pain of yesterday the troubles of tomorrow  

What's the best route how does the soul find healing  

The north star is hidden by the clouds of dismay

Optimism has departed pessimism takes residents  

The mind spins and churns wishing it could raise the white flag and find rest  

Yet which of the felt enemy will respond to weakness  

The enemy of the soul seeks after blood wants the heart to continue to decline  

The deception has been seen, felt, known

Slavery to vanity must be escaped but where can this wayfarer find liberty

Is there a power, a source, a person  

A solider, a captain  

All the soul knows is the road of death  

It needs to be taught the path of life

the steps taken have been without a guide  

And yet somehow they have been guided  

The body shakes form swimming in the sea of cold indifference

This pilgrim yearns for warmth

A fire to burn bright within the soul  

where are all these desires coming from  

Its easy to feel safe in old ways  

But there is craving for a new path  

The question is which road is it

As despair begins to settle in the heart a faint light flickers in the distance  

What can it be why is it there the only way to know is to take the path that leads there

Yet the question remains  

Will you take that one step
Written by
Henry Onwordi
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