My Moment of Truth

Shrouded am I, by a crimson mist…

“Truth” the word is not on my list.

In the middle of a crossroad, no guidance to seek.

Groping in the dark, my eyes stayed shut.

Stubbornly, I followed my pride,

with my eyes closed, and my heart hardened.

Filled with lies, exhaust, and despair,

I fell into the pit of total peril…

Broken and crippled, I finally cried,

“Why do I have to go through this?!!”
Then ponder did I, on knowledge to seek,

‘Tis when “Truth” came into my list.

Enlightened, I feel the moment of truth.

Suddenly in the dark, a bright light shines.

My pride I surrendered; my heart I opened.

My legs were healed, and I came up from the pit.

With the new concept of truth, life was so good.

Shrouds that blind me have been cleared, I see.

Always on the right path I started walking.

Success is now few steps to go.

Fall did I, on the path to success,

yet again, did I, rise, and walk.

Discouraged am I, to reach my goals,

thinking am I, on knowledge to seek:

“My goals are now for me to reach.

Days cascading it is so near.

Filled with passion, spirit, and determination,

‘Thinking right now’ is my moment of truth.”

"Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg