The path I followed was very narrow
Slight in curves not straight as arrow
Sheltered by an arch of leaves
Branches cupped like fingered eaves
Dappled light did filter through
As pebbled spotlights lit my view
Compelled I was to venture forth
Never sure of south or north
Considered if I should be stopping
As nervous mind read each outcropping
But settled was I on my task
Permission was not mine to ask
I was no hand that needed holding
Or naughty child that needed scolding
Possessed a nerve that few maintain
Bravura coursed through every vein
Bewilderment brought out no fear
So that wherefore was loud and clear
The goal to ferret out one’s worth
And question not our place on earth…