I have walked for miles
on many a moonless night,
carrying a wet torch
and pockets full of dust,
ignoring the wind\'s consolation,
trampling on bluebells
and spear grass
with equal indifference.
I couldn\'t make it.
I confessed to being alone
and naked to the wolves
chasing me;
I wept like a lamb
as they bit me.
In pain and despair
I reached for the sky
and hoped for a sign.
I\'m still hoping.