Corridors of Uncertainty

raised ink blots of braille - a feeble language to me. licking fingers to flip page. knowledge found in books - heavy in “rest in peace” pile. how will i impart knowledge? uncertain compass - borrowed from Captain Sparrow. how can i find my true North? intemperate spin, rotating all directions. the waves of the sea engulf. sunlight filter in. Lord light the ancient pathway - one that leads to happiness. should growing older stunt progress forward? march on, have courage, i tell myself. 11/10/2017 Empty Your Soul With Words Sponsor: Broken Wings