Divergant paths

We were all lost in a darkened world then, stumbling forward on paths we couldn't see over obstacles we didn't understand.  Hesitantly, we called out, our need for companions overcoming our fear of what else might lay hidden in the darkness.  Speaking to each other in the dark we found friends and allies, united by a dangerous world we could not see.  Strengthened, we continued on.

As we forged ahead, the light began to grow.  We could see the path on which we walked together, and could look ahead to what lay ahead.  The path grew smaller as others broke off and led away.  The friendships we shared in darkness remained in light, and we still called to each other from our seperate paths.

The light grew until there was no more darkness.  The paths we walked on diverged further and some of us passed out of sight in spite of the light.  Those few of us left, our paths once so entangled with each other, moved out of reach.  I watched with fear burgeoning anew as my allies and confidants traveled on paths that took them far away.  I called out to them, even after they had passed beyond my sight.

Now I find myself alone once more, traveling on my own narrow path.  Those I once trusted and relied upon so heavily in the dark are gone in the light.  When the world was dark and full of unknown dangers, we found safety in numbers.  We traveled together on a common path not out of coincidence, but because we wanted to do so.   In this new illuminated world we can move forward without fear, able to see so far that we do not need each other any more.  In the darkness I walked with trepedation, the paths uncertain but numerous.  In the light I walk with confidence, seeing clearly the lone path ahead.