The Escape
The light ahead, the dark behind,
Step by dragging step—strive.
To the end, the beaming light ahead,
From which no man can escape.
Within each, the power hides,
To escape the present and to strive,
Toward the light. Toward the end. Toward that which is unknown.
Although unknown, the end is there,
Brighter, beckoning end; an escape from the present.
Every man falters and needs a hand to help,
A light to guide, a reason to strive forward from the dark.
The dark is here, enclosing us all,
But turn your back and walk away.
For the dark is unable to follow,
It is fought by the light,
That toward which we strive,
And know: it is better than what we face.
At the light lives hope.
And love.
And a way to escape that which surrounds us all.
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