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The Road to life



I took a step
Not knowing what to expect
Like every first journey, l knew l had to take it
An opportunity it is to pursue.

I took a step
To a whole new dimension
Fear hugged me like a drench of sweat
My legs trembled, my toes froze
A paraesthesia travelled through the arch of my foot.

I took a step
The sun stood still and beamed at my feet
The birds stopped chirping
I think l heard echoes in the wind
The air smelt lucid, time stopped, if not but just for a moment.

I took a step
First of many steps l have ever taken
Each an answer to another
‘A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step’
My road to my destiny, a journey of self-discovery.

I took a step
‘O Camino de Satiago’ The way of Saint James
Any form of growth, is what I expected
Spiritual, emotional, Physical…
It didn’t matter!
I needed to take the step.

I took a step
Not looking back to back to past glory and shame
A whole blank chapter was all l saw
To re-write my story the way l wanted
No fear, no doubts or limits.

I took a step
Knowing it was my last
Integrity no despair
To my savior l longed for
For the end of my journey had reached.



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Unknown said…
A whole blank chapter was all l saw
To re-write my story the way l wanted....BEST LINE😊
13 June 2018 at 04:56
Anonymous said…
some poems are author's soliloquy, the reader is left to admire without connection but for the connection of the index finger and the cheek.
20 June 2018 at 02:31
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