Scared to death, I feel my energy draining day by day, somehow — I keep it moving anyway,
there is no yellow brick road to follow, there is no such thing as pity on these concrete streets of London city,
my road ahead will only appear in stages, seen only with every brave or foolish — new step I take, only behind me is lit up with the roads my restless feet have already paved
I don’t think death becomes me, though in the heat of this shadowy valley — it seeks my blood as sweat drips down my back hastily seeking an escape from my body and this place,
running away from this unknown, back into the mythical safe arms of my comfort zone, is that really an option?
hidden inside the bones of my skull, a maze of millions of chaotic thoughts, chasing their own tales of woe, lost in their longing for a way out, yet knowing — there may never be an out, just this eternal navigating until the bittersweet end of this bittersweet life
this hard, vulnerable life, demands my participation, after all, I am made of breaths that just keep breathing and breathing and breathing, more life, more love, more life
faith like time — is a luxury I can not afford, the tag attached says ‘priceless’, so I resolve to step forward on hope
in the meantime, just when I think I can’t take anymore, I choose to remember, I am a forest growing wildly into the night, with the light of the Moon walking right by my side
Authors note: This piece is a response to the Intimately Intricate ‘Faith Prompt’.