Saturday, August 20, 2011

POEM

I never traveled this road before
Lined with thick brush and boulders,
It looks strange and foreboding
There's nothing to guide me

Each step forward is a step closer
To an unknown destination,
What awaits me, I know not.
But I trek on.

I'm nudged forward
By an unseen hand
I turn around and
All the footprints of my life are gone.

Overhead the sky hawk cries
Follow me, follow me!

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