White Abyss of Time

"every writer should write a sonnet" I heard a wise man say. I am trying.

White Abyss of Time

Alone each soul will enter in the white abyss of time,
to color every moment of the journey we call life.
For many, challenge welcomed is, for others only strife
is found when faced with rocky cliffs to climb.
The trail does not seem to have a reason nor a rhyme.
Ancient fear abounds within, becomes a painful knife.
Empty years slip quickly by as husband or a wife
avoiding every chance to take a path to live sublime.

Take courage now, for struggles surely end.
Directly brave the mountain friend, breathe deep,
look up to see the summit shining bright.
Trust in yourself. Your courage will not bend.
You then will find serene and restful sleep.
Tomorrow comes to all of us in brilliant coloured light.