The Journey Of New

A journey of unknown destiny is all I can see. But what is this flash to my sight before me? For to the right of the trail is plush, green, and bright. Yet to my left the trail is barren, dead, and affright. A contradiction to my senses I adhere to the command. The keeper stands before me in demand. You must stop my child if you want to continue. You must leave your burdens, bags, and rags. It is time to leave the past behind you. But Sir I not understand, the things you ask to give up are all that I have. There maybe a lie of old, a story untold, and shame of new. Yet this is all I ever knew. For who will I be if I give up all that which is old? I will be as barren as that tree. As empty as a forsaken promise that encapsulate me. I will look affright to all who view me. My child you will need only your will to begin a new. I look to the worn trail beneath my feet. I strip all that has given me betrayal and defeat. The keeper advances my will to begin my new plight. Shadows of the trees appear through the forest light. The sun graces my path darkening all that is old. The woodland deep is just a memory I now behold. Author Ve MacKay