The Path of Life

Standing at the abyss

Of what once was

I find myself at a crossroad of sorts

A fork in the road

Which path shall I take?

Will I go to the left?

Or to the right?

Which road leads me back to myself?

To who I once was?

Which road leads me forward?

To who I am becoming?

Shall I walk both roads?

In order to see the future

Must I look to the past?

So many unanswered questions

As I walk my path of life.

I collect and gather  

Fragmented and broken pieces

All along the way

As I walk the winding road

Where is the bottle of glue?

That will bind and strengthen

Melding them together

All the pieces and parts

To make one whole

Is it waterproof to withstand

The tears that flow

Down my cheeks

In the cleansing

Of my spirit and my soul

Only time will tell

But I’m still walking along

The Path of my Life

And waking to what

The future holds.

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