Halfway to a Place that doesn't Exist
I meandered in a quiet loop of forever,
Over the bridge in the hush of dusk,
Beyond the ageless cradle,
Hunting myself I left behind.
Was it really there?
And then I realized,
Even the compass has forgotten my name.
As I left breadcrumbs in the storm,
Every path whispered a maybe!
People?
Gone, as a drizzle beneath the summer sun,
None stayed long enough -
Because I was smiling behind all that ache.
Halfway there,
To a place I have only felt in silence,
To peace that may not exist at all,
Just in case IT IS there.
I am spent,
Because the rose I carry dug its thorns into me.
Yet the hope breathes through every thread of blood... And that...
Is enough.
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