25 January, 2010

journey

Donald Wuri

i stood alone in the doorway
of hopelessness
afraid to walk into the darkness
where the maze of emptiness waited
i could not turn around
my mind was made, my fate solid…
one step and i was done
my footing was sure
my hand steady
had i not walked into this room
to see the darkness one last time?
then who are these people?
where am i?
this room is much too bright
was my failure a success…?

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