685 What price, surety? 6-13-17 [word in key word search box. Press]

Weary.
Lost.
Searching for surety
in a life proving to be
a labyrinth of
un-predictability,
I came upon a castle.
It glowed golden with promise.
Gates opened wide.
Smiling watchman waving me
their way.
A mighty fortress was their fort.
When I entered,
there,
was what I sought:
nurture, family, a safe place to hide…

It took but 30 years to find
the walls were crumbling.
The thatch was wearing thin.
The ruin began within.
The guards on walls
were facing in,
not protecting from attack,
but from escape,
against we who inched closer
to the locked gate,
hearts squinting towards the green hills
beyond the moats.
The scent of freedom,
caught in our throats.

It ended so easily.
I paid no attention
to the man behind the curtain.
A nudge against the gate.
I watched it evaporate.
A step.
Another step.
A turn.
And there it was,
miles behind me,
fading in the mists of memory.
The path new, open,
before me.
A step.
The weight of what
I brought from there,
weighed on my back,
as light as air.
A step.
A step.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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