as eyes strain in the darkness

as eyes strain in the darkness
to read a creased, brittle fragment of a Map…
as bared feet stumble on this stony path,
and outstretched hands find only Empty…
we Journey…

…Forward?how to tell?

brilliant Sunlight gleams on our wake,
but filters only a single step into the Future.
some attempt escape, running back to
their familiar territory in the Sun.

their souls will shrivel after a time.
we cannot Survive back there.
it is not a place for the Breathing.
we can only choose Forward.

at points during the Journey,
all of Life will darken without Warning,
burning a spotlight to illuminate only your Soul.
alone.
you have no voice in this.

“FEEL!” commands Life,
and then chooses…
between
thrusting a scorching spear into your Soul,
infusing your Breath with heroic fire…

… or gently caressing your Face.

it is this last one I Live for.

as eyes strain in the darkness

Christine McDonough

Salt Lake City, United States

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