The Fear that Follows Courage

I’m in the eye of the needle now

A dark passage
where few dare tread

And even those of us
who volunteered
proceed with fear and doubt and dread.

Darkness all around
in front a glimmer bright
then the heart’s door shuts
and I forget
that there was ever any light.

I cower in this passageway
I fear for all I’ve ever known
is gone
and dead
destroyed

No way to rebuild the past

once shattered
and scattered
beyond repair.

In the future where am I?

Am I there
In bright white light surrounded
by all I’ve ever dared to dream,

Or in some dark passage way
still waiting
for an elusive hope
that wasn’t what it seemed.