by Nichole Conran
I came across this path before, It was very dreary. It seems to have a special lure For those down and weary. The brush is greatly overgrown, The sky is overcast. There is a sign that is well known It reads; “You will not last.” How did I come this way again? I tried another trail. The pathway had a sudden end, Yet I refused to fail. The sign hung crooked on its post The branches creaked and swayed. To run was what I wanted most, Yet I wasn’t dismayed. My stride began to quicken then, My heart was beating fast. If day light fell to an end, I knew I would not last. Decaying leaves loomed by my head, I swept them all away When, in the clearing up ahead, I saw another way. So many flowers blooming there! The sun’s rays gleamed so bright New cobblestone shone crystal clear As I followed the light.
Nichole Conran is an Occupational Therapy Assistant currently living in Epping, NH. She is a graduate of the University of Massachusetts at Amherst with a Bachelor’s Degree in English. She is a Christian and an aspiring poet.