Finding my path…


Finding my path…
Paths have gone many places.
This may have been test, a trial
They say what doesn’t kill
you makes you stronger.

I started this journey fragile
as a piece of paper, no identity.
But longing to become as strong as

Needing the reassurance
of strangers to validate my existence.
Not trusting, not believing
in my own identifiable strengths.

How  ever could I help.
Like a candle that takes on the heat
cannot be truly functional
without the strike of the match.

Trying to connect and fit,
wondering who started this plan.
God of course.
What a sense of humor
sometimes a perverse
sense of course correctness.

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