Journey

A single stride, like silence, from my mother's womb, Leads me through hills and valleys till I reach my tomb… Each step of my journey is an education; That, like a sculptor, shapes, sculpts my destination. Coiled in, like snow serpents, are cool freshwater streams; Wherefrom I quench my thirst; like rays, my journey gleams. Stern like a lion; steady; I complete each step; Sun and moon and stars enlighten my every pep. I don't curse the roads though, like crooked minds, damaged; I dig my routes; pave my paths; straighten the ravaged. So seldom have my paths been soft like flowers-paved; It's in ups and downs that I've always my zeal swayed. Fear, like thorns of a rose, is part of my journey; Loneliness, though thorny, my journey is ferny. Hope and trust, like torches, in my journey I bear; My successes and failures, like stories, I share. Of all journeys, the one going toward within; Has been the greatest of my self-fulfilling win… I know my journey will never come to an end; Till it finds its origin and end getting blend… 11 September 2021 ''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France