Place

I've lost myself on this broken road,
Shadows cast by the candle I hold,
I find no rest as I place my feet,
I pause and gasp at the turn I meet,
I have been in this place before,
My heart aching and old wounds soar,
Questions, why, break my will,
Continuing forward, lonely still,
My solace in the end I will find,
A distant hope fills my mind,
Grasping for a land that waits,
I ignore the semblence of repeated traits,
Undable to see the cycle I make,
Blinded by fear, I make the mistake,
I trip, fall, and lay there broken,
I remember the words once ago spoken,
I cannot take another step, not one,
Then I remember where I had begun,
I would face this road alone,
I didn't question what I had known,
Getting up is the hardest request,
All I want is peace and rest,
This urgent plee tugs at my soul,
This is my life, this is my role,
I rise to my feet wiping doubt from my face,
I carry the candle through this lonely place.
-Nicole Ellingwood