My Path

Ruthy Faith
Copyright 1999

The light I see is so inviting as I begin the path to my own destruction.
This is my path, and I see it as short.
I have fought the whirlwinds of despair until I have no strength.
My path shortens.

This air of happiness falls away, because it is not real.
The sadness becomes evident on my face and it engulfs me like flames.
My path shortens.

I feel so empty that I fill myself with anger and hatred to make myself full.
My path shortens.

It eats at me like a cancer ravaging my soul.
My path shortens.

He pulls me back!!!  God, he is so selfish!!
This was my happiness, this was my escape!
And yes, I am alive, in body.
My heart beats the same as it did yesterday.
My chest moves up and down with the rythmic motions of my lungs
As they breath in and out the same air that was there yesterday.

But the light is gone.
My path is at an end.
And yet I move on.
So now I have to find my way on my own.
There is no path there to guide me.
I am a wandering child in a desert of my own demise.
I am alive, but I am not living.
That part of me has died.

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