Wonder where I’m going
No path clearly seen
Thick fog along the way
Can’t view the gravelly road ahead
Walking the path less taken
Stumbling along the wilderness
Knowing not where this may lead
The chill wintry wind biting into me
I rub my hands together
My breath spewing clouds of mist
Quickening my pace, unsure
Of what really lies ahead
Somewhere the path may reveal a turn
That will lead me on to freedom
To a land where I belong
With singing heart, I keep walking.
A Poem by MVJ Simon (Copyright 2007)
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