The Path

The walls loomed above me

In vain I searched for an escape

For even a window of light

Nothing.

Darkness.

I knew not how I got here

When I had first started on the path it had looked harmless

I all too quickly learned the trust danger that lurked here

I felt bruised and battered

I pounded against the walls once more

"Someone, help me! Get me out of here!"

I felt something wet dripping down my hand

Blood and the dirt of the walls.

"Please, anyone."

I sank to the ground, my voice hoarse from crying out.

"Help me."

My salty tears mixed with the taste of blood around my mouth

If only the walls were gone

Then I could see the light

Oh, how I longed to see the light

Feel it's warmth upon my face

"Please, someone."

My voice was barely a whisper now

"Take these walls away."

The earth began to tremble

The walls - they were coming down!

I felt a renewed strength and jumped to me feet

I shut my eyes, waiting to feel the light against my eyelids

The walls roared as they crashed around me

Then silence

I slowly cracked my eyes open

Darkness.

My heart began racing in a new fear

Why was it still dark?

Why couldn't I see the path?

The wall were gone...

so why couldn't I see the light?

I stumbled forward

Soft dirt squished under my feet

I was on the path again

But the darkness remained

I strained my eyes in every direction

Desperately seeking even the smallest ray of light

"Where do I go?"

I cried out into the darkness

My question was answered with silence

Then I knew

At the end of the path, there was light

 The walls hadn't been blocked the light out

There was no light on the path in the first place

And if I could just make it to the end of the path

I would find not only light

But the guardian of the path

The Creator of the light

The One who would watch over me as I made my journey

My journey down this path

This path were I could not see ahead

But the Guardian could

The Guardian could see everything

As long as I remained on the path

the darkness would remain

And the journey would be long and painful

But at the end - a glorious light I would find

And each time I would stumble

I would know the Guardian was using that injury

To mold me into His image

But for now

I would continue on

With my eyes fixed ahead

Even though I could not see

On this path call life.