The silent pews emanated an unknown draft The gates of salvation sealed with no relief Alone was the feeling that 4 — year — old knew was true As the light outside could not be seen
An innocent attempt at shorting the path Led to a crossroads of undesirable options Venture outside, risking one’s own security Or delve deeper onto hardened floors Onto pews of prayer placed years before y existence Onto stalking corners, on to a door lightyears away Onto an enveloping darkness that backhandedly ensured my well-being
I chose neither, gripped by the ankles in fear Chills slid down my neck, as I grasped my only solace, myself A shining star appeared who knows much later, shocked to be sure He brought me to my home, warm lights all around Dealt a reprimanding with fire rarely seen before A scolding that left a lasting warmth in my heart
