A Path and a Way
Down the middle,
The road to self,
It looks endless,
Walking through infinite doors.
I see more than can be explained.
Down the middle,
I have to journey,
My self unveils itself,
As I venture deeper,
I need more light to see me.
Down the middle,
I embark on a road
fraught with briers and nettles,
I ask if it’s the same for everyone,
I can catch a glimpse of something ahead.
Down the middle,
It’s a winding footpath,
My searchlight doesn’t beam much ahead,
Phantom comes to reality,
There’s a quest and a conquest.
Down the middle,
I see superimposed images,
Yesterday creeping into today,
The road to self,
I see more than the eyes view.
September 25, 2022.
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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