These paths we take are so unsure,
so we left bread crumbs to guide us home.
But with every twist and turn we take,
we slowly fall apart just the same.
Until we’re down on the ground in tears,
lost and alone, broken into pieces.
We tried to get up but to no avail,
with our skinned knees and scarred hearts
pulling us back down.
But here we are still hoping to rise,
against the heavy weight of our desperate plight.
These paths we take are so unsure,
yet strength shall fuel us on.
And we shall reach the end one of these days,
and in peace we shall rest because we’re finally
home.
-The Elusive Scribe 051713-
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Riveting poem! Thanks for sharing. I will follow your blog and return to read more, for sure.
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Many thanks for liking my poem and following my blog. 🙂 I will definitely check out your site. 🙂
Great poem. I loved the metaphor of the road to describe our journey in life 🙂
I appreciate your words, thank you. 🙂
“Until we’re down on the ground in tears,
lost and alone, broken into pieces…”
How much we need one another! The journey you describe, can be related to very well!
I think it would be a really interesting journey when friendships are developed along the way so that we will have someone to help put ourselves back together. 🙂