The long-narrow path that is before me, Is made out of hard concrete. Surrounding by the lively green grass. As a person who’s life has not been well.

I hope to walk down this path, And sense a new path to retrace, All the life that I have made mistakes.

Mistakes that are evil, Mistakes that are unforgivable. These mistakes are not made for me, They are not made for anyone.

If I stroll down this path, I shall find my purpose, My purpose of redemption.

I breathe into the fresh air, Taking steps down the path. Hope is transforming my heart.

As the dead creature awakes from its slumber,

Draped in a long white silky robe, that is dirty and old.

The skin is rotten and decomposed, which shatters all my bravery in one.

I stand before this creature as the panic rush through my bloody veins,

The chilly breeze of the night embraces my spine, holding me still in place.

The creature's mouth opens slowly,

Revealing small critters of roaches, that are rushing out of the creature's mouth.

It drags its own feet as it stomps on the muddy ground foreseeing my end.

The beating of my heart collapses in my chest as I realize this is the end.

The leaves beneath my feet are crushing, The sound of crunches leaves, ring my ears.

As the beat of my heart is sprinting. “Alice!” The shout that escapes my throat,

Echoes throughout the dark woods. The cry is full of desperation.

That will perish the joy in my life. The orbs of my eyes seek Every spot in the teeming forest of wood.

The heart of my chest feels like it’s crushing itself, I need to find her. I need to find my little girl.

She brings the joy that I was looking for in this life, She is the one who cherishes my red heart.

The light of the sun Is darkening, While the white light from The Moon, is brightening.

The hands of my body, Is trembling as the vision Of my eyes are pitch black. My knees cripple down On the ground full of leaves.

Tears of rain form in my eyes, Voiding the hope that I can’t Held any longer. I can’t lose her. I can’t have her lost.

My hand felt the smoothest seat. Felt like the fur of a small pup. The spine in my back straighten itself. Sitting comfortably in my white fluffy chair.

Breathing softly into the fresh air, As my tense muscles relaxed into calmness. Releasing all of the stress from before. And therefore, I shall start all over again. To experience, this welcoming relief.

The caged bird is blue, the same color as my blue eyes. This bird looked similar to my demise, the danger it posed, will soon change her mind. The mind in my heart, my flesh, and my forbidden love. The bird is humming for new love.

Love that can never be broken, love that will always be woken. The bird is my truth, it will always be my youth. Staring into the bird’s eyes, I soon realized that this bird will forever be mine.