Creative Work


Megan Schoen

My tired feet have trodden this path ‘fore
Its passage is dark but light ends the way
I was lost when I found this road deep worn
Foolishly from the light I walked away
Now in the forest of old fairy tales
A little ridinghood follows the path
She tries to find light, but falls and then fails
A victim of the devil’s fiery wrath
When hope looks dim she trips, falls to her knees
And the ridinghood who I was prays loud
God opened the skies and light was like bees,
Golden and happy, sweet, busy and proud,
Darkness was gone and I ran out of sight
Away from the dark and always in light.

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