Written during a moment of doubt
I set upon at birth. At first, I crawl
And stumble, walk and stumble,
Walk and crawl this broken path
Until I stop to ask, "How do I navigate
This broken path?
I listen for the words of my Guardian spirits,
which come as birds in the distance
and as flowers in the field
and as cars that pass at a much greater speed
Their words come from a much further distance
"Upon this path, this broken path,
heal the heart as you are purposed."
There is this path, my broken path
Where I must step one step,
Moment by moment,
albeit carefully step,
through every splintered shred.
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-21 at 12:23
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A Path
There is this path, this broken path,I set upon at birth. At first, I crawl
And stumble, walk and stumble,
Walk and crawl this broken path
Until I stop to ask, "How do I navigate
This broken path?
I listen for the words of my Guardian spirits,
which come as birds in the distance
and as flowers in the field
and as cars that pass at a much greater speed
Their words come from a much further distance
"Upon this path, this broken path,
heal the heart as you are purposed."
There is this path, my broken path
Where I must step one step,
Moment by moment,
albeit carefully step,
through every splintered shred.
Poetry by inanna
Read 577 times
Written on 2009-08-21 at 12:23
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