The road to whole

His road to whole led him through hell.
On which he lost his soul as well.
He was not sure, but he could tell
That repeating sound was his own yell

He saw the light, but not of day
it led him right along his way
His way to where, he could not say
He knew that here he could not stay

His legs were weak, he could not stand
His body not meet it's demand
He was falling long, and would not land
Always searching for another's hand

The horizon line always in his eyes
And pursuant of it was his demise
He sought for truth among the lies
And deterred by them as passing flies

He walked it long and to his end
And water would not his thirst lend
Nor could food his hunger tend
He stood there broken beyond the bend

Beyond there is where he stood whole
Face to face with his old soul
Seeing in it the journey's toll
From every step along this stroll

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013