The miles stretch out
front and back,
right and left.
This journey called life
is never more
than a constant reminder
of our own
frailty.
We all have
pain
sorrow
struggles
joy
peace
laughter.
I am no different.
This road I walk on
is rough,
bumpy spots cause me
to stumble,
yet in smooth places
I stay upright.
Sometimes I roam
through wastelands,
dry, deserted.
I crawl on burning sand,
my soul is seared
by darkness.
My tears offer
no solace.
Other times I sail
on smooth waters,
sunshine fills me with joy,
stars illuminate my path
at night.
I have no fears.
My tale is no different
from all others,
except I choose
to speak about it,
to write about it.
I have chosen to reveal
my weakness,
hoping to encourage
learning.
Walk with me
on my journey of life.
Maybe you will see something different
through my eyes.
That is beautiful Rod!! Thank you!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Cindy! Thank you for stopping by!!
Delete'Walk with me [...] maybe you will see something different through my eyes' - what a lovely idea to end on. Perception is key, it can drive you to poetry when you perceive things seemingly different to others and need to capture it.
ReplyDeleteMy favourite stanza started:
'Sometimes I roam
through wastelands...'
I read it over and over. Beautiful piece!!
Ah, Kayleigh...thank you so much for your thoughts on this. I always appreciate what you have to offer.
DeleteBeautiful poem. Yes, keep telling your tale. I'll keep reading it, and if not me, someone else will, who needs to hear about it too...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I have so much more to tell when the time is right. I'm happy you'll join me for the journey!!
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