Through this maze of darkened struggle
at times lost and still others found
the walk long the truth is not easy
just trying to get up off the ground
Nagging at the corners never quiet
the past it whispers you are there
inside it we try to find the way
afraid to share
We try to run it winds ever still
this heart maze ever changing never finished
all that come in truly never leave
the pieces found along the way
Struggle against the infinity
where is the place without whispers
the twists and turns and on it goes
slaves we have become continuing to walk
Deborah Horton Writing 