The Traveler

"the only thing to fear is fear its self"

        Yesturday I climbed to the top of the world. Now I am in the lowest parts of the earth. Where the light of the sun in my life coule never reach. Darkness surounds me. I use to walk with a friend, an animal friend. A small bird who lead the way in my tough times when the trail began to turn and split. She was my kindest companion and my most loving friend. Now surrounded in darkness I can only weap over my longing for her. I push on through the dark with each step a new trembling. I can feel the dark getting less and less comforting and the darkness that lays within even myself fighting and crawling ever so much closer and closer to me. I feel weak now. I can barely stand now with what now feels like the weight of a thousand suns on my shoulders. Then as if this unrelenting force could never be be worse the most wonderful thing comes to me. Like the ray of sunshine from the farthest distance my old friend comes back to me. Her light nd beauty lead my way out of the darkness and the fear. Now back on my destined path my feet fel light with joy and I stride on. with each step a new joy. With each bend a new adventure.

till tommarow 

The Traveler