At times the path you walk
Is filled with darkness
What can’t be seen
What can’t be known
Until daylight
Until you are up close
And can see clearly.
You aren’t trapped
No matter what the fairytale
It is your path
It is never for others to decide
How you walk it.
Except for maybe mosquitos
Or bears
But not some weeping tale of woe
Nor arrogant threats
Nor the gooey mess of entanglement.
Those are lessons
Hopefully learned.