Author Unknown

When your hands feel for their way along the path,
And find no grip or bridge;
When your feet cannot
seem to reach the ground,
No matter how much they shuffle;
When all the music flows out of your ears
And into your eyes,
And you are blinded by the sounds
of darkness,
Walk bravely on.

When the rocks strike hard,
unexpected and mean,
Cutting at your stumbling legs,
From the surrounding ink,
Where the road is lost
again at every turn,
Where wind blows backwards
Until even the starry starting point
is abandoned,
And the sky opens to a formless abyss,
And light is a rusted anchor
Drowning at sea,
And you feel your heartbeat
freezing,
slowly,
in fear,
Walk bravely on.

Where the trail drops off into
a precipice of doubts;
Deep green brambles tearing,
Red, Opaque reason tumbling away, madly;
And you finally fall onto the beach,
Exhausted;
And the moon is there,
but black;
And God is there,
but silent;
Walk again bravely on.