I walk through this world of violent winds, through forests of terror with grappling limbs. Through valleys of hatred that harbor no light I feel my way forward, abandoned of sight. The pathway is narrow and oft intersected; with no one to guide me, alone I’ve selected. With trouble and sorrow at every dead end, I turn back and search for a place to begin. I’m scared in the darkness and can’t find my way. Now who will protect me from going astray? I glance from the dirt to the far away sky and see there a gem star, impossibly high. It shines with a brilliance above all my woe, yet penetrates into these shadows below. A heavenly charity shines from this light and shows me a pathway to set me aright. So onward I travel up mountains of hope, the guiding light brighter with every slope. As closer and closer I come to my goal a joyful serenity captures my soul!
This was written in 1999 as a reaction to the Columbine shooting. The first part is my exploration of how a person might become a monster. The second part is my hope for how a person might not become a monster.
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