Fading fears of fright

A poem on wandering through life

I stood in the woods

thinking, pondering,

deciding which way to go.

I was lost and scared again;

my path still unknown.

.

Then I saw it; far off.

A single beam of light

But it was even deeper

in the woods, and

what of my fears of fright?




For years I had wandered

far from those on the path.

Could the light be

what I searched for?

My answer; finally, at last.




I pushed deeper in the woods

enlightened by the sight.

I left them behind

with no regrets; all of them,

my fading fears of fright.