then suddenly
a wall of fire
rose
separating the path ahead
from the roadmap
etched inside their minds
one moment
was the time it took
plans cherished
month on month
gone
and now the path
runs sideways
up
with hills to climb
~
alone
inside
where each one dwells
what thoughts arise
one moment
air is light to breathe
then gravity
like a weight from nowhere
how could they not be tempted
sometimes
to turn away
~
the breath
when taken
seeks for strength
resolve lives in each others eyes
a turn towards
the steeper slope
a step taken
side by side
the crisis is gone
and a way revealed
perhaps
this is the journey
© Frank Prem, 2006
26/12/17
Frank Prem Poetry 