The Path Home
This poem dedicated to Dyloch. Chin up, hon, it'll be all right.
The Path Home © November, 1998, C.Henry
Stars
Sun
Love in the Aftermath
Portions of Peace
Remember
Show Me You Love Me
The Path Home
Tempest
There comes a time
In every person's life
To take the path
Least tread upon
To brave the unknown
To face our fears
To realize that this path
Really isn't so frightening.
Now, you face this path
Feelings scared and alone
Taking that first step
Will be the hardest thing
You've ever done.
You will brave the unknown
You will face your fears
And, in the end, you will find
You have come home.
Angel
