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.