Winding through this treacherous path

tripping,
falling,
failing,
calling.
Where am I going?
There’s no comfort zone.

My legs are shaking, my head is aching.
I’m wondering if there will even be an end.
Its dark and gray and black, trees keep blocking me
like tall thin people in my way.

I hear them whisper like little school girls
spreading rumors.
The sweet song of the birds
is the only thing on my side.

Should I keep on going?
It’s not time to quit yet.
This path seems surreal,
not realistic.

But then finally
things begin to look a bit brighter,
the leaves a little greener.
I can’t really see,
but in my heart I know.
This must be home stretch,
Just a few more steps.