A Journey Alone

When I leave footprints in the sand
In my life I’m leaving my mark and taking a stand
I need to be by myself to take this spiritual journey 
Without any interruptions I develop more diligently
It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity 
Without this journey, there is no point to the destination 
To move ahead I must have no hesitation
Your experiences are not who you are 
I definitely aim high for the stars
This journey that I'm on I don’t attend to go far
But I do plan to get there having no fear
It is a faith driven and a much needed trip
This alone time will help me in life to get that grip
Cradle to the grave is the purpose of our creation
Everyone passes through the final stage to their final destination
It is not a dream but this journey is so real
A lot of things in my life I need to heal
This journey has taught me to love not to hate
It is the key to my future and my fate
As my destiny and my story is told
I am still alone and wondering along the road

Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute 
to them, few of them willed or determined by the will—whatever we may think. 
Lawrence Durrell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Agustin Avatar
December 9, 2023 at 2:48 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Arnott Avatar
December 1, 2010 at 7:22 AM
very much enjoy reading your poems, in your thoughts and thinking soo insink with mine, i'm so familiar with your writng, its like i already kno you, weird but that how it hits me, u speak right to my soul, thank u soo , more than words, liked and loved so much :)
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