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Like a drug; I’m compelled.
An index finger points the way.
The path covered in vagueness.
Only trust leads my day.

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The forest is my storybook.
Few paths I’ve known.
Some are smooth and uneventful.
Some are treacherously bare.

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Once a lesson completes.
And a short respite occurs.
The forest fairies find me.
And, another adventure is assured.

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My feet are weary from twists and stones.
Tripping along the way.
But nonetheless, the spirits find me.
And again, I’ve nothing to say,

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Excuses are lame.
Whining creates more.
So, quietly I proceed.
Wandering, the magic roads of lore.

 

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Passing through the brush,
Carrying my satchel of prayers.
Perhaps I’ll pass a man.
A man who relinquishes terrors.

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And I’ll look for him in the forest.
There, pray he shall find me.
Illuminate, our eyes will sparkle.
Then, my spirt shall be set free.

 

 

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Bonnie Jennings
July 2013

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