Direction

A poem about the many paths that await people in life and beyond

Direction

I am. Become. to be. before

My sole’s worn in, feet bloody, sore

 I rushed towards uncertainty

To fruitless gardens, eternity

To think that I would make a mark

On the world’s compass enshrouded. Dark

Passages serve to light the way

To boundless futures, clear as day.

 

We struggle forward, a mass of limbs

Crusades of hope, the birth of kings

Await us in another time

Resolved, unaltered by reason or rhyme

The sands scatter along the winds

Both near and far, life begins.

Waning Whispers weld the world

Together as one, Its sail’s unfurled

The End

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