Life's Furnace

Menaced
woods,

You
obfuscate direction.....

 

Fleeting
patches of light,....

Time
passes unmarked....

 But
for the growl of eternal hunger.....

 

Defiant,
I walk this path, erect; ....

Branches
claw my face, I do not stoop....

Nor
bow.

The
blood rises to fill the welts

 Runnels
down my face and chest

A
murmur of my passage spilt on the detritus floor.....

 

Shadows
beckon, half-truths ever seductive.....

 Alone,
my stride pounds an integral rhythm,....

Yet
seeks harmony that may not exist....

But
should.....

 

I can
not describe my destination,....

Nor
take comfort in its name.....

 

Yet the
gait I carry is my own.....

The
breath I expel ....

Is
warmed by the heat....

Of the
furnace of the life....

 I've
chosen.....

  

....I
continue.