Poetry |
Labyrinth Whispers
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Stepping onto discomfort, my feet propel me around corners. Serpentine trails coax me towards questions-- I have no answers. Embraced by wise noble arcs, I straddle powdery cocoa earth and gray granite borders, finding the sweetness of life coiled around my footprints. Floating on the edges of my vision, playful glimmers of insight whisper, “Come find me.” Twisted among the weeds, on well-worn paths, I smell the sweet aroma of freshly brewed possibilities. Doubling back on a thought once overlooked, or perhaps avoided, I see the shadow of an answer and my heart pulls me forward. |