As the last remnants of me decompose into the graveyard of my will
Likely that the potential of one of my destinies will forever be unfulfilled
I have an inexplicable sense of failure, for the loss of this unknown path
Even more unsettling is the sense of relief.
The path that I now follow is brightly lit and seemingly easy
But alas, I know, it will be the hardest of all
Wow!
Blessings,
Christine
-tsét'soyé ndo³kah ba'cho
Paul
Even more unsettling is the sense of relief.
I find your words particularly thought-inciting, David. I appreciate the philosophy that you have shared via your verses here. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Love,
Sage
In some sense anyway...
giving up parts of ourself
so the core part of ourself we smothered
can emerge...and grow & experience life...
temptations are hard to resist...unless
it burned us deeply...I like easier...
but as you say..."it will be the hardest of all"
New Clothes & New Shoes
for New Dances...Vickie
Sometimes those unknown paths were never meant to travel..Don't regret anything, you are doing exactly what you are destined to be doing..If that path comes into vision again at a later time, then, that is the time to pursue it...Breathe and know you are where you are suppose to be at this very moment in time...
Your poem speaks to me, and we all feel this way at some point in our life.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Cleverly done.
Blessings+
~Linda
I like this so much, David.
John
Anna