Standing quietly still trying to discern which way to go
The red clay road travelled was meandered with assurance
But now ~ so it seems ~ the future felt terribly vague
You see ~ the path changed because of life and death
All alone she stood on the portage trail pondering
Was she a ghost having trekked this journey before?
Or who was she in this existence called a woman’s life
There were so many questions before she set foot
However the fog rolls in behind the place of odyssey
And a decision must be made on the quest for identity

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