End of the Path

A cycle of poems «Status praesens communis»

At the journey's end, where shadows dance,
A solitary soul, a poignant trance.
The path behind me, faded and worn,
A testament to battles bravely borne.

The end of the path, a bittersweet sight,
A symphony of darkness, a poignant light.
The echoes of laughter, the weight of tears,
All swallowed by the passing years.

I stand alone, a traveler's heart,
Weary and wise, with a newfound start.
The mountains conquered, the valleys deep,
Have shaped my spirit, made my soul weep.

The end of the path, a bittersweet sight,
A symphony of darkness, a poignant light.
The echoes of laughter, the weight of tears,
All swallowed by the passing years.

The road ahead, a canvas untrod,
Where dreams and doubts intertwine for God.
With every step, I'll carry the past,
A lesson learned, a wisdom amassed.

The end of one path marks a new beginning,
A chance to rewrite, to make life's meaning.
I embrace the unknown, with courage and might,
For even in endings, there lies a new light.

The end of the path, a bittersweet sight,
A symphony of darkness, a poignant light.
The echoes of laughter, the weight of tears,
All swallowed by the passing years.

At the journey's end, a soul reborn,
With scars of the past and lessons earned.
I look to the future, with hope in my eyes,
The end of the path, where a new dawn lies.