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The Blind Path Pt 1

Bag in hand At the door I stand Warm coat paired with worn shoes Which path shall I choose Somber silence gives way to a ticking clock There's a limit on what I must do A chilling breeze breaks through the window Just a small warning before I go I reach for the door Pause only for a moment But no one says "Stop...dont go" No more hesitation No more patience No more waiting Off to find the path that I choose To be continued....

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Joe Dimino

Date: 9/15/2016 9:04:00 AM

Excellent writing!! You got it, Rikki; truth needs no affirmation but its presence. If the Muse states go, be gone. Hesitation is only a manifestation of lack of faith. With faith, all things are possible. If you can think it, it is possible. Mistakes are only written in stone, when we give them dominance over unlimited, divine possibilities. To dwell on the past is only to deepen the groves of memory, a reversible indelible with commitment and knowledge. Forgive self as you forgive others.

Ghost Unseen
Date: 9/15/2016 2:17:00 PM

Thank you so much.