Remember Me

Transcend the value of metaphor as it illuminates the path not the final goal

As I walked through the valley of the shadow of death
The wind howled warm against my neck
I feel fright as the shadows closed in
The hairs on my neck grew tall and thin
They too quaked in their roots
Along with me in my designer shoes
And that is when I had to choose
Who was my friend who was my enemy
And how I would shape my destiny

With my two friends I embarked on a journey out of the dark
Murshid one
The silent one
Behind my back
Murshid two
In clear view
I looked I searched and then I grasped
Murshid one from behind my bank
Placed it in front
Dark side by side with the light
And finally focused on the true goal in sight