Bleak Mirage

Moving forth, the trail behind - echoes haste in stead
The path is forged, the road before awaits till shadow's end
The work complete, will not unfold till seasons pass again
No sign of hope discourages the last remaining pen.

Quell the dark, blind to light, a bleak mirage instead
masking fears in brittle clay for strength to move ahead
painted face, a frozen smile, ensures a bitter gain
Aching feet and lonely heart; the light begins to reign.
-Rebekah Faith

-Rebekah Faith