Life is… a path.
There was a path upon which I walked
it turned neither left nor right
it varied not and neither did I.
Upon a stone
my foot did stumble crumbling to bits,
my mind the aching pain overrode.
In reality a minuscule stub, incapable of much
yet a piercing thorn through my confidence
empowered by fear.
A simpleton reborn by one act,
the forestalling intrinsic human need
for comrades who linger past the point of reason
but never leave a thought behind,
only pity and disdain for
truth bearers sojourned before dawn.
When clarity’s call re-echoes and the beacon of purpose looms
the treacherous veins and a thorn so deep
root my languid limbs to the soil
forbidding me the path to seek again.
Through amber flames within my bosom, the lens of my soul maps the path.
Untangling gnarled fingers and feet snarled by
the darkened teeth of disillusioned dreams
strangling the shadows of my soul.
Hope like a legendary warrior dis-entwines me
and memories of glory gone strengthens my core.
This path is mine,
though I sway or waver, I will stay true to it.
In life we each have a path, sometimes we feel it changes, but I think the path remains the same; our minds and souls change attracting different people, different circumstances. With each new addition, the path takes on a new form: it becomes rocky, smoother, broader, narrower. We get delayed, we get propelled. We get re-tagged and reconfigured – eternally changed, essentially the same. But the path – the path stays the same.
Hi there, thank you for stopping by today. This is the eighteenth edition of my ‘life is’ series where I try to relate life to different things in society. Would love to hear your thoughts on life is … a path.