Friday, June 27, 2014


Everyone's journey is walked alone
Sometimes joined by companions 
Both close and some barely known
Along a path narrow straight and winding
Returning at times to familiar themes
But a new song composed with each step
With comfort and fear constant tones
Although we allow others in sometimes
We are still by ourselves separate 
Our thoughts rarely fully shared
The secrets we do not admit too
Yet burning to be told out loud 
Daring not for the shame we feel
Real or not it is there seen in our bodies
Tense from holding the fire too close
Waiting for a cold stream to drown them
Bits of dreams are woven into reality
To be torn by blades of truth
So we remain quietly strolling this path
The journey whose end is beginning.

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