The Uncharted Path Poem by Boston Kelley

The path before me seems so clear,
yet I stumble and fall at each step.
I try to seek out the course that is laid
before me, yet the bushes and shrubs
block my sight.
Where I have gone is a mystery to be
solved; a riddle I am presented with that
seems outside my knowledge.
Where shall I go when the destination
is not before me?
Who will guide me back to the place
of green, peaceful pastures?
Surely, my days do not look upon me with
kindness as they bring forth many troubles.
Perplexing questions swirl inside this mind,
eager to find any solution.
The thorns butcher away at my skin as the
branches struggle against me; the place that
lies before me, they do not wish for me to see.
Alone, I stand here, given my knowledge to
guide me; a fickle thing it is when I cannot see.
I must move forward and press on the journey,
for the forest must give way to greener lands.