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Saturday, July 02, 2005

The Indelible Path

A most wonderful thing this path I trod on,
The bits of gravel, the rocks and pebbles.
The silent whispers, of their perishing underfoot.
A soft murmur in the still silence of these woods.

The breeze blows, gently, it beckons,
"Let be yourself, let yourself flow in earnest."
But seeking solitude have I ventured in these parts,
Of troubled minds, and grief-stricken hearts.

What peace is this, that sayeth not "Peace",
For the grassy knoll ahead, is rife with furor.
Its teeming life assembled, a congregation of sorts,
Steely eyes and quizzical glances do their fear purport.

"No, Never!" their cries of disdain ring out.
The silence of the path, giving way to chaos."
And what of you, good sir?" they question my presence.
Turning away, I shrug. My facade of indifference.

In doing so, thereby, have I erred in vain?
For the body goes forward, but the heart remains.
And the mind questions, and wanders in seeking
The answers. Elusive, perhaps without reason.

So, onto a bend, a twist in the path,
I go forward gladly, but there's fear in my heart.
"What lies beyond in this vast unknown forest?"
The leaves pale yellow, the path alive with unrest.

The gravel gives way, to rocks and stones.
The trees are gone, now silence bemoans.
Alone in desolation with only the path ahead,
I hesitate briefly, to this land have I fled.

The price of my journey, did I rightly ignore.
Love, courage, sanity, and a whole host more.
"I am what I am" I shout in resilience.
But with none to hear me, alone in my diffidence.

With each forward step, my world becomes smaller.
The unknown engulfs me. Struggling, I falter.
Stumbling on the sharp impervious rocks,
Blood oozing freely, horror and shock.

On hands and knees, in utter despair.
I look down at the path, lifeless stare.
I'm beaten, I'm done for, I cannot go on.
But the horizon, it urges me forever along.

Regaining poise, I take my next step.
The pain lingering, I pause momentarily.
Gathering my strength, I muster my resolve.
Does the tide not ebb and the Earth revolve?

And so, with a final backward glance,
This spirit carries on, ceaseless advance.
My body a carcass, my heart a stone.
This mind still wanders, forever alone.
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