Crossroads Poem

A bridge, a path , a door been there before

Twisted paths of broken dreams,

ripped apart at the seams

fragments on the floor

remember it no more.

Seeking treasures of hope

longing for strength to cope

just one more day,

the answer is on the way.

Push away the fear,

keep the mind clear from doubts

and haunts of yesteryear.

Walk not blindly through the gate

lest it change your fate

seek advice not once  but thrice.

A bridge, a path, a door

haven’t  been here before

cross the  threshold

and a new horizon you’ll behold.

By  J. Wallace ©2010

 

 

 

 

 

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