The Road Ahead by Keith Kitchen

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I stand fearful,
Staring at the road ahead.
It is paved in an insane fashion,
With broken glass and shards
Of sharp, gleaming razor blades,
And I am in my bare feet
For I have no shoes.
Laughing, I stride unconcerned
Onto the path that leads ahead,
The more to confuse my enemies,
For they stand beside and behind,
Leaving only one route available,
So I laugh to confuse them and drive
Fear into their hearts.
I stride forcefully along
Pain searing through my feet.
I say a quiet prayer and continue on
For this is pain of the flesh
And only God can heal
The pain in my soul.
A trail of bloody footprints
Extends behind me,
Testimony of my passing
And of my faith.