...a less traveled path

the time has come. the clock has ticked. nights eye is peering below. while the wind stirs up frightened thoughts.
walking alone in a sea of blackness. with only the moon as a flashlight.
hidden behind darkening clouds. forming shadows on all sides.
animals crying out in the night. howling. shouting. breaking the barrier of silence.
lightening strikes filling the nights sky. and then blackness once again. pitch black. dark.
where do i go? where am i?
the pitter patter of a beating heart pounding in my chest.
and a chilling breeze rising in my bones.
pace quickening. eyes widening.
the darkness unending.
the path growing before me. with no end in sight.
a frightening thought fills my mind.
what if i can't make it home?
a calming reminder evades that thought.
why must you worry about the path?
what a game of chase they play.
frightened thoughts. calm reminders.
frightened. calmed.
worried. freed.
walking on a path less traveled.
looking for the light to guide my steps.
i suppose this is what you call. blind faith.