Sunken pits in a vast wasteland
Designed to trap and maim
Mists of fog hang like a veil
All you can see is the next few metres
You climb out of one but fall into another
Again and again the pattern repeats
You are trapped in this cycle
Traversing this dead land alone
In every pit you fall comes the agonising choice
As your face lies in the dust
The silence screaming in your ear
Do you get up, do you try again?
Can you face the pain of the climb once again?
If the mist would rise
And your line of vision became unhindered
You would see the beautiful landscape ahead
You would see that this wasteland is finite
You are walking again but you are terrified
You walk in a shuffle
Your heart in your mouth with every step
If only there was a light to show you the way
“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.” Psalm 119:105