The Road and the Child

The Road and the Child

The road bends softly through the dusk,

A golden line through purple dreams,

The child walks slow, her shadow thin,

Her thoughts as wide as broken streams.

Each step recalls a question left,

Each turn a memory half-erased,

She walks through pieces of her past,

And wonders which ones still have grace.

The path ahead is stitched with scars,

Each mile a mirror of her fears,

She carries them like folded maps,

Drawn from the ink of vanished years.

The sky above is kind yet cold,

The stars blink once and disappear,

She whispers love to the unseen wind,

And hopes the echo calls her near.

She walks until the road grows dark,

Until her breath becomes her prayer,

And though the end is still unknown,

She keeps on walking, because she dares.