The Path

an interesting take on an old cliche?

 

The Path

 

 

I have walked the path unchosen

I have spoke the words not spoken

as on the dusty, rain-drenched nights

of early spring or late in autumn.

 

I have passed along the rivers

the city’s hidden rivers

deep beneath its pavement floors

while the raindrops hit the streets;

splash down only on concrete.

 

And from my hidden window

the lighted bridges sing:

come and try to walk that path

that is yet unknown to any man

come and yet discover where all of this began

 

And I try to find this path unchosen,

and leave behind the new formed roads

made of only flimsy man-made things, devoid of any depth

so, I slide along the solid pebbles,

and try to find where I belong. 

Reviews

[Voice]

Beautiful and inspiring are the words I have for this poem. Everybody is searching for their path and where they belong. Some of us do walk the path unchosen but I truly believe it is so we can speak the words unspoken...someone must be strong enough to do so. Just remember the path your on is your destiny. It will bring sadness and joy; get mad at it when you must but don't fight it because it will take you to where you are meant to be...

Voice

[Butterflymom]

This is a delightful, beautiful, and creative piece! I really enjoyed reading it, and want to thank you for sharing!

[DanaRegen]

Beatiful poem Patricia! It was well written and I really enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing!
-Dana :)