Journey

All alone, just by myself I journey through life, Many walk alongside Yet all along, I but walk alone. Slowly, steadily at an even pace Resting, but a wee bit awhile, Milestone after milestone Wearily, I walk the well-trodden path of life, Never ever straying afar Never wading into the rough waters Just anxious to get somewhere, Just eager to find myself a patch of cool shade away from this searing heat of the mid-summer day. No compass in hand No polestar to guide No beacon beckoning No sails set No winds of the sea to steer the course as I voyage through life Just hoping to drift rudderless into some safe harbor someday. Every so often, I pause to look back and see only my shadow grudgingly tagging along And this winding road relentlessly trailing behind. The surrounding silence hangs like a cold breath in the air And the waves of the turbid waters urging me onto its stygian depth. ~Contest "J" Poetry ~Sponsor: Constance La France. "Own It" contest by Cyndi MacMillan