The world was so wild and unfamiliar,
Untamed, unrelenting despite the attempts of man.
All I had were my hands, feet, and eyes,
To continue upon an already crumbling path.
I lost myself along the way,
And stopped for too long to wallow.
The pathways of night closed round,
And I could not find the road.
Tall grasses replaced the guiding trees and hills,
That stretched toward my home long missed.
Then one day beneath the rain,
I found a path long unused and over grown.
I struggled through bramble and snagging thorns,
Almost again losing hope and the path.
How surprised I was to step through a long hedge,
Only to find the road home before in tact.
I fell to the ground and kissed its dust,
Crying joy for the mountains and sky.
Now I walk with purposed intent,
A different self entirely.
Pointed toward home,