Pathway

• Amelia Goonerage, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Your eyes show, clear as sea,
How distant is the shore;
How every breath that comes from me
Betrays me even more.
Behind me lies the deep abyss,
Ahead is only dark.
I hope my fear will be suppressed
As I head towards the mark.
Do not pity me nor weep
For long ago I chose.
I chose to take the crucial leap
And face these worthy foes.
And when I finally arrive
I hope that I was right.
That rather than to hell I drive,
I ran into the light.