The Wreck

Once there was a pathway opened

a journey warned

to be lonely,

dark, and long.

Begun in arrogance of strength

sure of self to keep the pace

until the reality of years

when strength began to fade

and hope began to dim.

Knowing that there was no promise

only an offer with just enough light

to see a single foot ahead.

Now, the years have come and gone

but the road remains the same.

The dark wood stretches all around me,

the only light a fading torch

now focused on the bike

broken and useless from the hole

that caused the wreck.

My body bruised and scraped and battered.

No hope of rescue for there have been no travelers

besides myself on this road for years.

God said it would be a lonely journey

and He did not promise an end to the ride.

He only said that I should go.

To prevent a life trapped in shadows

An empty hollow existence.

And now I stand on legs still shaking

Still bleeding and battered from the fall.

Knowing that there will be no help

And I can no longer hear God's voice.

I do not know if He's gone silent

or I have become so deaf I can not hear.

I only know

that I am broken.

Damaged and alone.

All I see in the failing light

is broken road and endless forest.

My strength is gone,

my courage faded,

and I no longer know what I should do.

I can no longer see the way

have lost the faith the path would end.

So I sit here as the night descends,

watching shadows grow and lengthen.

knowing even if I had the strength

I no longer have a way to go.

So I sit while hope is fading

draining away with the failing light,

until all that's left is a night that's empty

surrounded by a dark that doesn't end.


Becki
10/13/12