Unveiling Shadows

He awakes to the bitter cold, strikes a match upon his weathered sole
A deep breath emerges, filled with acrid smoke
In the shadows he knows it waits, tribulation and unrest
He opens his sack, in it are the memories of his lonely travels
No man knows what he keeps inside, what he has kept to keep himself whole
Removing his pen, he writes down some thoughts, the wind blows upon his face as his thoughts wander
He faces what he cannot see, determined to strike it down, for he is void of fear, and anguish is a lost art
Knowing he must think and act quickly in shadows, for those he cannot see would have his heart
He begins to think of a time when all was well, Finding he cannot remember it too vividly
He returns to the path, the smoke has cleared, as he peers into yonder shadows
Unveiling an enemy there, he is sure to find, something unlike himself, yet all too familiar
As the sun rises, he counts his travels, he collects his thoughts, he knows the course of action
The path unfolds, and he rises to meet it, The heart of a dreamer knows all leaps and bounds
To get where he's going, he must walk resolutely down the path, spitting on adversity, biting the hand of fate....