I walk alone, barefoot, on an abandoned road

The concrete is cracked and riddled with mystery
My feet are bruised and tired
My knees, scoffed from the many times I have tripped
The trail has done me no favors
I grow weary of this dark path
And as I walk, I trip on yet another bump 
I fall to my knees begging for a break
The strength in my body has been depleted
My conscious breaks sanity as I fall 
I can no longer breathe
I give into the dark
I begin to blend in with the world around me
And on the edge of my escape to this cruel road
I stumble upon a flower
This could not be
It must be a hallucination
It was a beautiful rose among the rubble
The red flared and glowed in the dark, lighting a way
I picked it up and cradled the flower as if a baby
A tear rolled down my face as I stood back up
My strength was replenished
My wounds were healed
Sanity seeped back into my mind
My feet no longer ache
And for the first time I had smiled
I slowly make pace upon the dreaded path once more
But this time with a hope
A savior
I no longer walk alone.