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With slight trepidation, caution, and care,
I step forward onto a path unwalked yet
(by me).
A new byway, highway for my sleepless
weeping spirit,
but in reality, 'tis just an old road
unbenknownst to...
...in actuality,
forgotten by my consciousness.
Wild vines and grass grow here,
beautiful arbor and whistling wind dance,
unbound waters flow freely along its side...
...the images of timeless life.
I hold nothing but a heart
intricately, but externally embroidered,
and two cents of my past
multiplied to the umpteenth.
Above me, a myriad of guiding lights
shine day and night
to help me along this new old road,
the lights flashing a multitude
of possible configurations
to speak to me of what is right.
I quickly glance back,
ruminating for one moment,
visualizing
the labyrinth from where I came.
A knowing washes over me like
warm rain,
affirming the ground before me
and releasing some remnants
of the past.
A firm, yet tender gust
pushes my foot
to the first section
of this untended walkway
as I open my arms to the clouds,
lifting my face to kiss the sky.
