Onto the Dark Path

Onto the Dark Path
Fabrice Poussin

As if a blind babe she ventured on
An uncertain path drawn in haste
For the clock ran its course
And she too counted the hours.

Recalling so many eves
Before finally setting in motion
Events yet hidden from her sight
She hoped not to stumble again.

So many accidents before
Cuts and bruises from cruel encounters
Her body shivers in uncontrollable fear
Inside murmurs hesitate on their pursuit.

While all is still around
She is certain the road will clear
Although enveloped in its somber shroud
There is no need to see when one believes.

One more step to her destiny
Pale as if standing at the reaper’s door
She hides within the passion of another life
Unstoppable as a bright beacon shines within.