"Still, don’t neglect Those who have guided your path The deterrences Naysayers Cosigners The drab."
The scenic route
A byway, in a sense
Bridging what was—could have been,
Was lost,
And what’s meant
Providing you an avenue
To view all you have left
On your way from the things you’ve shed
Towards what you’re to get
Still, don’t neglect
Those who have guided your path
The deterrences
Naysayers
Cosigners
The drab
Inspirators who shone light
On the darkest of tasks
Conspirators who locked hands in an effort to drag
You…
Below…
To the lowest of depths
They wanted to smother you
Introduce you to death
In those instances when you had nothing
Not a single breath left
Suddenly, an ember shown dimly
A medium to egress
A tunnel to traverse
An exit tube, more or less
A way to debouch
The abyss and the dread
Keep your vision focused;
Narrow
Ignoring pain and despair
Move quickly
Move quietly
Move with purpose
Remove fear
Don’t
Look
Back
The exodus is quite near
Objects in your rearview are closer than they appear
Don’t be distracted
By the wake in your path
Beauty awaits you
On the other side of this “torment”
Just stick to the track
