My Path to Peace

Walking a dimly lit path,
no tools to light my way.
Ignoring the signs,
dark shadows give rise,
occluding the little light I once had.

Overcome by fear and uncertainty.
Allowing them to guide me
down a path once paved,
now covered with
dirt and gravel.

Pothole after pothole,
exhausted and *****,
I reach a broken wooden sign.

"DEAD END"

Nowhere to go,
I sit and pray.
Shadows disappear,
I hear his voice.

"Turn around my child,
use my light to see the signs.
They will guide you along your way.
To an everlasting life,
filled with joy and peace.