Tears And Missteps

My words the result

 of the times I’ve lived

 not a classroom exercise

 

My feelings all paid

 with the blood of my fears

 not a rambling diatribe

 

My trail has been lined

 with each tear and misstep

 to mark the way ahead

 

My life a memory

 telling a tale

  —whose direction my soul has led

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

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