Never Alone

The wood is thick with fog
The trail covered in moss
It's cold and damp in the wood today
I can't find my way out of this place
My memory scarcely recalls where the path lay
The dew of the ground and the mist in the air work together to evade my way
I don't dare turn this way or that for fear I'll sense their look on my back
My steps are not certain, the balance is missing, my struggle confusing
I beg of the wood " show me the way "
It parts it's branches revealing the sun
The light is so bright, so pure...it bathes over me securely and warm
The white of the light streams through
exposing the path and touching the dew
The sun's kiss on the glistening dew gives the impression of crystal webs
Which quickly reminds me of my own path
My life like the web consists of strands
intricately woven and uniquely designed
My path is not written in ink or on stone
I'm free to be "me" I'm never alone