The Weakness in Me ( reprise)

Despise, is said, of you, of thy actions;
How a hearty blow that dealt.
Can you read the pain inscribed on the skin,
that shimmers for all to see?
Fear to thread, fear to lead,
yet fear to lose it all, drives the most.
Who is the greatest loser of us all?
Day in, day out,
what do you do, with a new bag of skeletons in the chest?
Dare you unveil it,
and risk the wrath of all?
But wrath has been raised
even as we toll, not to.
You see upfront? What lies ahead
in this misty winding road?
Do you dare to tread,
for sure, for certainty
without any fear of goblins that devour you
from inside out?
Outreach is a comforting yet shaken hand,
to guide you through the path,
and those of goblins whom at pitfalls,
make the path a cold heartless one.
Dare you tread, knowing the arms
that reach to tear you apart,
and that arm that guides you through?
Is there still road behind
that you can backtrack
and ignore this path ahead of you?
Yet to overcome all fears,
is the only possible way
in gratitude to the hand
that reaches to guide you through,
this long, winding and misty road.

~the traveller~