Lost

While driving through an unfamiliar place,
It felt like I was lost without a trace.
My journey's end appeared so out of reach,
A barrier I couldn't seem to breach.

I happened through a seedy side of town,
An area neglected and run down.
And I became determined to retreat,
As I crouched down upon my driver's seat.

But every road I took led me off course,
As if guided by some dark unseen force.
And with each turn another line was crossed,
Until I found myself completely lost.

The fear began to override my thoughts.
It seemed as though my stomach was in knots.
I stopped to see if I could catch my breath,
Afraid that this misstep would be my death.

And then I saw a sign just down the road,
A sign I must have missed until I slowed.
I felt delivered by the words I read,
"This is the way to go" is what it said.

I learned my greatest lesson on that day.
When I got back on track and found my way.
My eyes were opened when I saw that sign.
Perhaps I even glimpsed the grand design.

For I believe we have a destiny,
A dowdy end or place that sets us free.
On every journey, certain lines are crossed.
To find our way, sometimes we must get lost.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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