The Path of a Slave

by prism

A raging ache unfolds inside a heart once hard and cold,
a blazing need within has an impact yet untold.
A soul catches a glimpse of itself, animal and bare;
a rambling path emerges, leading who knows where.

A girl sets out upon the path, footsteps light and sure,
she sees the summit at the end, is lost in its allure.
The descent is revealed, and as she walks she cries
in anguish, in fear, hoping the valley tells lies.

How can this be her, the lowest and the least?
How could a human being be nothing but a beast?

As she fights the crippling undergrowth, rips it all away,
she finds somewhere within her heart the courage left to say:
The summit might be the goal, you see,
but the path is where I will truly find me.
I can enjoy the journey, and I don’t walk it alone,
I am finally embracing my own feelings, my own flesh and bone.

Wishing you all well,

prism