I was getting drained
things difficult to sustain
all ways started to fade
as darkness covered in its shade,
A ray of light
illuminates my dark mind
I can see myriad mosaics
to whom i were blind,
The fog is clearing
invisible ways i now see
new path is straight ahead
I again started to tread,
Somehow reached the shore
I am confused , I am not sure
I was mistaken, the path betrayed
I guess its called fate,
Everything blurred again
I was afraid, nothing to be seen
hoping this is not the end
A beacon of light i see far behind
mesmerized, a new path i find.
This is about Hope and how one must not loose faith if things go wrong. There is always a new path waiting to be explored.
So nicely expressed!
Thanks for your comment.