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Crossroads

Here I stand mirroring my soul

Descending in the inner of my existence

Investigating my cobwebbed subconscious

Analazying Who I am,What I want

So many questions,too little answers

Here I am,the prosecutor of  each thought

and of my every emotion

Here I dig deeper and deeper

in my moonless well of fear

and my starlit splash of hope

Faithful and doubtful of which path to take

Knowing I'll never go back to the path

which leads to mental bruises of shame

I've been there,can still llisten

to the echo of hollowness

Can still feel the ombra of solitude

Still haunted by its darkness

Still living with its ghostly mist

I will not return to that cursing thomb

to that golden circle of polished snakes

I will go on to find the path,the path I long for

It is a desert path,but it leads to a stream

A stream where I can bathe naked

Where I  can feel fresh water on my skin

and manna on my lips

A stream where I am not stoned for what I feel

Every drop  of dew would glisten

 and purify my sin

I am going to that stream where I can breathe

and unsuffocate my dream

I am going to that place where I can love

Where I can live,where I'll be loved

Here I  stand in the middle of nowhere

asking myself which direction am to take

Here I stand waiting justice for the wholly of myself

So very close to heaven,yet not far away from hell

Here I am,Still at Crossroads



PS~A revised Oldie

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James Fraser

Date: 10/19/2014 3:55:00 PM

Deep self wisdom in thoughtful write. Great poetry Charmaine, glad the title caught my eye this Sunday evening, James.....

Timothy Hicks

Date: 10/19/2014 1:17:00 AM

We are our own worst critics... while at the same time our own best friends. You write with such feeling and strength. Truly, a polished poet.

Justin Bordner

Date: 10/13/2014 7:34:00 PM

Along with What I am and What I want, we must also ask Why do I want such Charma...the desert to stream path is most beautiful, reflecting your resolve to be honest with yourself, discovering refreshment in a land of inhospitable expectations. You are strong Charma...J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 10/13/2014 6:36:00 AM

To unsuffocate dreams...Charmaine...this is written from your heart and it resonates in mine...so well. So well, my dear. I am there...I too am there. Hugs

Liam Mcdaid

Date: 10/13/2014 1:39:00 AM

charmaine oh i felt this feeling standing at the crossroads of life searching that inner peace were colors take a whole new meaning powerfully penned piece adding this a favorite bless you dear friend

James Marshall Goff

Date: 10/12/2014 8:38:00 PM

Very deep, Char...thoughtful, and pure you! Ma's good! Fully recovered from her 2ndpast stroke a yr ago...i get her out her apt on wkends for daytrips...picnics along the Mississippi and up near Superior...my oldest daughter is in London on business for her Chicago ad agency...my youngest daughter is here in town (Minneapolis) working in investments for Wells Fargo....i mostly just throw boomerangs and write poetry! Jimbo