[Poem] Inspiration

Ahead a faint glow beckons harshly
Behind the light is strong but fading
Constant hesitant footfalls echo
A lone shadow rushes softly by

It wraps itself in garments of life
Soaks in pleasures flooding the path
Gnaws on barriers raised by old grief
Fills up with treasures long since buried

The footprints left are joined by others
Traces of memories clutched tightly
Lamentations of destroyed passions
Impressions of lessons learnt slowly

Some things can no longer be carried
They crash or float to the stone cold ground
But they are found and borne by a guide
Who takes inspiration from their tales