Literature
Conscience
She was restless for something new
Looking for an open door to sail through
What lied ahead she didn't know
Mysteries and wonders? Or darkness and shadows.
Her desires brought her to a fallen tree
It reached toward the sun, it seemed.
Branches growing as far as she could see,
She stepped out with delight.
The aged wood, smooth beneath her toes,
Encouraged her towards the warm enveloping light.
What lied ahead she didn't know
Mysteries and wonders? Or darkness and shadows.
She showed no fear, not a glimmer of regret,
As she began her journey towards something new.
She had a feeling she would never forget.
It took her past the clouds in the