I started down a path-straight, flat, unobstructed from debris.
The walk was easy, or so it seemed.
First a pebble, then a rock; water turned to rivers,
earth drove its mountains to the sky.
I persisted with all my might,
driving forward or so it seemed
My breath grew rapid with each step,
my chest began to pound as I gasped for breath.
Never scared before, my heart was filled with fright,
voices which once directed me left me in solitude-silence.
The birds and animals that occupy song in the forest speak no more.
I can't see the path-dark and obstructed.
Where have I gone-where will I end up?
I fight and scramble to regain my ground,
only to hope that one day I will be found.
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