Guidance

The footholds uneven as she climbs.
Rocks crumble beneath her touch
a damp, cold surface against her grasp.

The sun penetrates warmth to her back.
A faint smell of pine issuing from the depths below
as the path ahead lies invisible to the eye.

Only senses will guide her now.
Hope, strength and determination
the unknown; guided by angels.

  

 

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