Bloodied and blistered are my feet walking a path of
stone, glass, and hot coals.
Wondering when a straight and narrow path turned
worst for the trek towards my goals.
Twists and turns lead to a forever path
of confusion, sorrow, and pain.
Lost. I’m no longer confident in
the things I want to gain.
Always was one good with directions
and was certain of her way.
Til the wrong turn at a fork in the road
led me astray.
Obstacles were always easy to overcome,
except this one. I’m lost.
Now I have no confidence in defeating
any impediment I cross.
Gazes towards the sky hoping He
would answer my cry for help.
In the end there is no answer.
I’ll have to find a way myself.
Demons of self ridicule, doubt, and hate
ride my back.
On this journey to finding the right path,
I’m always under attack.
Still beaten and bloodied
I move forward to an unforeseen goal.
Hoping that these hardships and
demons aren’t consuming my soul.