there is a point
an arrow blatantly directing the way
through thickets and thorns
abrasions foreseen
crossing the path of destruction
no avoidance,
there is only one way
hard as the path grows
steep as the mountain inclines
up, over, but there is no sideways
braced, barren,
unprepared
encompassing the rigid
road ahead,
convinced,
the compass must be broken.
