The Path Of Oneness

In the quiet the stillness

smothers in heaviness,

driven so far from hearth and home,

echoes of heart sing

from the depth in the soul

of that precious moment

when life was laughter and warmth.

 

But once the solitude chills

inside are clawed by the brisk bite

over knowing if this wilderness,

this frozen passage of despair

summons the blizzards within

and the winter of fate

comes in crushing waves

until one is buried,

utterly absent of hope or help

beyond where any ear will hear or care.

 

Drifts form over the mind

slowly reason degenerates into screams,

will death claim its prize tonight?

 

Trembles flinch the will

as anxiety’s icicle cling to nerves,

body shakes from the bitter cold

while wondering when this path will become a grave

let forever entombed and forgotten.

 

Then as the phobia dogs gnaw like savage wolves,

the imagine wounds somehow numb the worries

over the pain and dread,

within the pioneer rises, the warrior and rebel

together in the oneness forged by crisis

feet move to the cadence of that drum

ever marching instead of retreating

by the memory of past steps

that eventually found refuge from the struggle.