The Frozen Path

On a winters night with a
frosty flight of wind and 
blizzard’s freezing,
I came upon a path and walked as if somehow dreaming.
A hand reached out and touched me, in a moment, I was screaming.
As the hand held firmly to my arm I heard a voice speak gently and serenely, “Let me help you along this path, and be assured you are not dreaming.”
I was frozen in my thought
and followed without reason.
With each step the crackling ground spoke of winter’s season.
I found myself confused and weak as I struggled to walk with frozen feet. I felt the hand gently slip away as the voice spoke to me in a quiet way,
”You must now walk this path alone, in this your winter season, to finally find your purpose and your reason.”