The Unknown
Blackest fear
Facing the future
The path that has taken you this far
When drawing a single breath
Is like a drawing a sword
Out of a mortal wound.
When the mind shuts down
Like the gateway to a dam
And the water stops trickling
And the riverbed runs dry.
Is like pulling out the sword
Is like the gateway to the dam
Is like facing the doors leading into the darkest abyss
And not knowing whether the exit
Leads to a haven or hell
Or if there is an exit at all
But knowing you must walk that path
Or perish on the way.
Is vanished, is gone
And cannot be retraced
But in golden memories
And but one thing holds you back
From the future, from walking forward
And the question is only this:
Can you conquer the blackest fear?
~Leandra Drache