Friday, October 31, 2014


October 26, 2014

The soft air kissed my cheeks
As I stroll here this cold morning
In late October, the end of season
As haunting as Halloween,
Filled with ghosts and goblins
Of a life I never meant to lead
The misdirection of misplaced steps
We take when we meant to go
In another direction, and yet
No so misguided as we believe
As we are shaken from those
Early morning dreams when we
Imagine the worst and come to realize
That our steps lead us not so much
Astray but rather where
We were meant to be,
And accepting the path
We find ourselves on
Is the hardest part of being alive

And yet, the most fulfilling.

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