By Vinny Carlan
Congratulations to Vinny Carlan on winning third place in our Trojan Times Writing Contest! Please read their winning submission below.
I am lost hoping for the light of day
The path is narrow and derelict
The sands on the edge grayed
The stones worn and shaken
The light is a faint whisper through the overgrowth
And I lose track of time
I am lost but I hold on for the light of day
The darkness seems to never cease slowly closing in
then a bright light flickers and dies there before me in the sands
Yet I continue down the winding path
Not a light to guide my way
I am lost barely able to see the way but waiting for the light of day
I see not a light before me yet I cannot turn away for looking ahead gives me hope of the sight of day
I continue on down the narrow way crying out for the light of day
Yet all that answers back is the silence of the way, not a leaf nor branch moving, frozen in the dark
Yet all around me is nothing so there I stand alone
Alone without light on a quiet darkened path
The sand whispering in the night as it blows on past
And there I stood alone in the darkest hours of the night
And yet even as I stood there lost in the dark I could hear the gentle echo of morning
I still held hope in my mind as I looked ahead for ahead of me could only be the light of day
So there I stood waiting lost in the dark
And there I stood as dawns first beams found me
Gleaming through the rotted hollow trees
As the light shined down everything turned green and bright
then there I stood in a flowering meadow the tree’s grown anew towering in the sky
And there I stood found in the bright meadows around me filling with the hope of a new day.
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