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Crossroads
To see the crossroads of our lives,
We may need a special instrument...
These crossroads may be buried,
Hidden from light.
Your going was the biggest
Crossroads of my life,
You followed the path of your destiny,
In shock, I followed mine.
Taking one step at a time,
My hands trembled,
I was alone in the dark,
I danced to the howl of the moon,
My eyes were blinded,
I used my hands,
My fingers to feel my way,
The path was a circle,
And at the end of this path,
I was my own discovery,
There is no shame in our
Lack of skill,
It is a learning experience and
There are many things to learn,
Most of all, It is the depth of the well,
And it's location.
This information,
May save our lives.
2 comments:
Lovely and would fit in well with The Poetry Bus works this week .... http://keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com/
I love the line, "I was my own discovery." Thanks for your wise words earlier today, and for another fruitful conversation. I like what is happening as you walk this particular path. See you relaxing and finding your own stride. It's a pleasure to watch,
Elizabeth
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