Nightingale Jennings: Rite of Passage
Image by Venus E. Narayan
From the realm of fear’s embrace
In the crucible of discovery’s blaze
One step forward, then another,
Tracing milestones obscured by mystery’s haze.
The pulse of life drums pounding in ears
Eyes darting, lost in the unknown expanse
Heart yearning for respite from fears
Time, a relentless march, an incessant dance.
The bridge extends, a precarious span
A chasm yawning, tempting fate’s hand
Two paths converge in death’s grim plan
Yet onward we tread, on solid ground we stand.
How far does this bridge stretch, none can say
To the distant horizon, patience guides our way
Another bridge emerges, in thoughts that stray
Embracing tender emotions, in gentle sway.
Alone we stand, in a silent domain
Guarding our sanctum, whatever may ensue
Sometimes adrift, other times moored in pain
Unseen, yet tethered to Time’s relentless queue.
End.
12 February 2024
Nightingale Jennings
Former Gestalt psychotherapy trainee, freelance communications consultant, home keeper and Mum – applies gestalt principles to make sense of contrasting cultures.
writing4nightingale@gmail.com
