Walking, it seems like an easy task,
Yet, when each step taken,
Is into an abyss of darkness,
Then such an easy task becomes tough.
We left for our farmhouse in the morning,
With medicines and ice and syringes,
A fun visit was all it was,
Yet by the time we were done,
It was already nightfall.
A rain had washed through,
Making everything slushy and damp,
The darkness only made it worse,
As you couldn’t ascertain whether,
It was a well or the path you were stepping onto.
Darkness as far the eye could see,
The moon stayed clinquant,
The world ahead felt like a horror movie.
I trip on a small wet stone,
I was sure my heart skipped a beat,
Luckily I found my balance and held on tight,
To lose it now would be perilous.
You could see the faint glow of village lights,
A beautiful sight, really,
But the perils were not over yet,
We still had a long way to go.
Worry takes over me as I look over my shoulder,
To see my aiamma (grandmother),
Who had tripped and fallen,
Thankfully her sons were already by her side.
11 of us wading in ankle deep water,
Holding hands and constantly checking,
Whether everyone was safe or not,
Trusting each other was impertinent.
Once we reached the pathway back to the car,
The water level had gone down,
You saw something small scuttle by,
You shine the light where the shadow was,
To see a small crab, presumably wandering around because of the water levels.
This journey is one that none of us will ever forget,
Because all we had was trust in each other and our wits and senses,
Although fear loomed, we stayed calm and managed to reach the car safe and sound,
The memories of such a journey will be recounted for years to come,
For it was on that day we learnt,
“He taught us to walk” had a much deeper meaning.
Sure lot of meaning in "He taught us to walk". Glad u at this young age could decipher the depth in the statement. Keep writing