Walking through the dark trail of my mind.
With the wind of a cyclone,
the trees whisper pessimism.
Looking over,
the woods are dark, offering no peace or comfort.
In front,
just a dark trail of dead leaves and misery.
I know I’m walking astray,
with no real destination.
Deeper into what is like a pitch black hole.
With no idea of when the anguish will end.
Until,
a light shines throughout the tree line,
lighting a clearer path.
With a smoother breeze,
the trees begin to whisper peace.
The dark trail of dead leaves fade into a garden of flowers.
Which is now a field.
Lit from the light above, which I now realize, is the moon.
Bringing the peace and comfort I once yearned for.
With a real vision of a future.
The moon made my mind a vivid field.
Deep down within my heart,
I know
You are the moon that lit my dark trail,
into a brighter field
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