The Lighthouse in the darkness

The road I was on was long, hard and filled with strife, fear and dread.

People who were to be friends, family allies only wanted to use me.

They had no care of my well-being; just their own agenda mattered.

To them I was the bad guy though they were the ones doing wrong.

Darkness fills the sky around me as I strive to find out where to go.

I see no way forward, yet I can't turn around to go crawling back.

Light breaks through the blackness showing me what stands nearby.

Someone I once called friend now stands with a knife at my back.

I look at the light then back at them, then draw a line in the sand.

I look at them sternly straight in the eyes yelling: “You shall not pass!”

They stare at me, the knife falls from their hand, “I'm sorry, my friend.”

I look at the knife that was ready to strike. “You don't mean that, do you?”

They stand at the line as I look at the light then back at old friend.

The light illuminates the knife as the old friend goes away.

I look towards the light and go towards it without strife, fear or dread.

The lighthouse stood there -- tall, firm and sure showing the path ahead.

I stayed at the lighthouse for a while to watch the sun rise above me.

The sunlight illuminates the path that I must now go on for a while.

I don't know where the path will lead me, but it will certainly be bright.