A Dark Road
I walk this path, tis a lonely night
The wind it howls
Owls, ominous of all fowls
Roam dark crevasses, to terror and fright
I cling to this robe, held close to keep warm
From the stillness so silent
Violent, suffocating air deprive-meant
Foretelling the arrival of a gathering storm
I traverse this road, in pain with each step
Forcing onward
Forward, gradually toward
The, perhaps, pleasantest place, kept
I long in my heart, solace from fear
Drawing comfort from
Some source, whence I know not it comes
Still dark, yet warmth of light draws near
I see the dawn, my tiredness hindered
So close to my destination
Realization of pouring precipitation
Starts me dashing undeterred
I hold close, my dearest memory
Flashbacks on life
Tonight, no more lightning like knifes
Could stab my joy of feeling so free.
–Kirsten Ryan
The Writings of a wayfaring mind 