Nina Brav

Writer, Blogger, Entrepreneur

Narrow Path

He said goodbye and I said okay.

So I walked the long winding road,

The narrow path.

Ducking the branches, tripping over rocks

I certainly stumbled, at moments I crawled.

It was darker than I remembered

With a harsher wind.

I put up the collar of my black wool jacket,

I kept on.


The narrow path I walked alone

It gave me nightmares.

And when I huddled in a small hole

Dug out near the oak, I shook

From cold and fear and anger;

So much anger.


I knew I would walk this path

But maybe if I had known,

Been warned,

That I would be walking


I would have planned a little differently.