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April 6, 2022

The Trail

Photo by Anton Atanasov on Pexels.

Walking through the dark trail of my mind.

With the wind of a cyclone,

the trees whisper pessimism.

Looking over,

the woods are dark, offering no peace or comfort.

In front,

just a dark trail of dead leaves and misery.

I know I’m walking astray,

with no real destination.

Deeper into what is like a pitch black hole.

With no idea of when the anguish will end.

Until,

a light shines throughout the tree line,

lighting a clearer path.

With a smoother breeze,

the trees begin to whisper peace.

The dark trail of dead leaves fade into a garden of flowers.

Which is now a field.

Lit from the light above, which I now realize, is the moon.

Bringing the peace and comfort I once yearned for.

With a real vision of a future.

The moon made my mind a vivid field.

Deep down within my heart,

I know

You are the moon that lit my dark trail,

into a brighter field

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