This is My Path

Going on my merry way

Somewhere along a wooded path

Branches filter angel rays

Shadows hide a secret wrath

Mayhaps I seek a different maze

Or steady hill requiring a staff

This road is smooth and quietly lays

A misplaced comfort and a whispered laugh

Yet here I walk, in a daze

For no one else or their behalf

Despite the shadows and acrid haze

This is my wont, this is my path


Photo by Fajar Kurniawan on Unsplash

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