Footsteps I count as the waves of the past wash them out, behind I find nothing that attracts my focus- “so this is the path to my dreams”? I ask myself.

The ground I walk on is covered in broken promises, which pierce my blistered skin like shards of glass under foot.

My blood and sweat testify of a determined heart, yet, in this darkness the temptation to part from path beckons me the more.

I was so sure, when I awoke from a fantastical epiphany, that everything would be so easy.

Oh my breath is wheezy, my chest heavy with the weight of my desire.

A tear falls becoming lost to the flames of my heart, evaporating my burdens into the budding sky, where my dreams lie.

Wishing I could fly to the end of this journey, but for this path I have been named worthy too walk the tracks of my future, shaping it with every step,

Hope keeps my soul far from death and yet I see no light at the end,

Then I hear a voice, which sparks an explosion, consuming the fumes of doubt in its brightness.