Insecure

Gravel stones are kicked ahead

And the tracks stretch on and on

Through silhouettes of trees

Rendered mystery by darkness

This path is not one beaten by footsteps

No; forged long ago, before me

By powers as strange as the night

Out of reach of native plea

My courage is not my own

The sum total

Of the multitude's individual's insecurities

Each step is taken with caution

While eyes pierce through

In search of dawn

Hope lies not solely in a goal

But secures its foothold

Among the very circumstances

That warrant its existence in the first place

The kingdom is at hand,

The kingdom is inside you,

The kingdom is inside me;

But cold fingers grab my shoulder

And howling wind and strange sky lights

And rustling in the brush

I may look forward

To the last leg of the journey

When mirth and intoxication of joy abound

But do so with eyes

Locked unwaveringly, necessarily,

And thus unrepentantly

On present darkness.