Shadows

Sometimes I can't help but feeling so small and so alone.

As the dust from the struggle clears and covers the ground a new path is born,

Into the mist in leads with promises of a better way and another life,

Exhausted and broken I stand with only my own life hidden in my hands,

Tempted I look into the distance where the road leads,

Lifting my precious fragile life close to my heart I whisper to the wind,

I do not dare,

Still my feet start to wander onto the misty road,

Shaking with fear I see myself taking a path I never thought I would take,