Whither wilt thou lead me?

There comes a moment
After so much willingness
After surrender after surrender
After not knowing where you’re going for what feels like ages
After watching your comrades fall by the side of the road
After tripping over roots and stumbling over rocks
When you’re bruised and bleeding and can’t see so clearly anymore
After you’ve paused and taken it up again
After you’re sure this is the end
You have to stop and ask.

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