an open path

for how many days have I forgotten to journal
and found myself in a drone of
guilt and low self-worth.
A confusion of whatnot
and no where to go
And what’s it all for anyways?

no distracting
sounds
or
activities

journey after journey


Do I have what it takes
to be
that person
that wife
that daughter
granddaughter
whomever I may be.

And in it all
be Him?

I may be starting to
sew that flag
and write my song
stare at the peak in awe
I may make it
afterall….


One thousand one
One thousand two

It will keep my time

And down the path
With what by my side

The safe place removed
and only replaced

but confidence lacking.

11.42 and magnificent things