The Hazy Path Poem by WIN VENTURA

I walk a road with edges gone,
No stars above, no break of dawn.
The air is thick, the signs are mute,
Each step unsure, each silence brute.

No voices cheer, no maps unfold,
The path ahead is dim and cold.
Yet still I move, though blind and slow
Not for where, but why I go? ! ?

My pulse becomes my guiding thread,
A whisper only fire-fed.
I do not see, but I believe,
Some truths are only felt, not perceived.

For faith is not a perfect view,
It's walking on with what feels true.
And even fog, in time, shall part
When guided by a stubborn heart.

So let the haze conceal the skies,
I'll chase the dream that never dies.
Not every road is meant to show,
Some paths are built the more you go.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA