Two Paths

I awaken in a valley
There are flowers all around
The air smells sweet and the flowers are in bloom
In the distance there are two paths
One, bright and sunny
The other, the false brightness
Which do I choose?
I must choose one
One is right
One is wrong
Which is which?
Upon closer inspection, they are identical save two little details
One, the edges of the path are wavy as if in a cloud
The other the lines are crisp
Which is real, which is false.
I follow one and things change.
Before I know it, it is too late to turn back.
They have tricked me, and their games have won
I am being told evil things, hurtful things,
But, in this haze of dillusion, there is a sort of strange comfort
I can hear them, they talk to me, and I can speak back.
They are playing upon something I have longed for my whole life,
To hear like those around me can,
To be normal.
To stay on this path, I hide
Hide from those around me
Those who love me
I listen to the voices, they become my friends
Then, they say something,
And this something betrays them as the evil they are.
They say, "He pities you, that is why He is with you,
"He feels bad for you."
From deep within this fog of existance,
I know it is not true,
I realize they are only out to destroy,
Using tricks to get me to listen and obey them.
Their magic begins to fade,
I am back at the crossroads,
The two paths stare at me again.
Which is real, which just an illusion?
There is another difference now,
And the true path is clear, the other fading away.
He is there, in the middle of the true path,
Waiting, welcoming, forgiving.
I run to Him, to His arms, to His love.
Things are bright again,
I am not pitied here,
No.
The truth is evident
What they told me was pity was,
Really,
Love.
The world is right once again,
The darkness has receeded,
I am whole, and so is He.