Ponte San Angelo, 2011
I place one foot in front of the other
confidently.
As if I know where I’m going.
To others, it may appear that I am in a hurry.
But the speed of my steps is a mask…
I don’t want them to know that I am allowing the wind to sway me
in unknown directions.
I don’t want them to know that I am looking for
a place to rest.
I don’t want them to know that I don’t have a place where I feel
at home.
So I keep walking
confidently.
Although sometimes I slip or trip
but seldom do I fall.
For I’ve learned to find
inner balance
and not show that my steps are uncertain or
that I am unsure of the direction I’ve chosen to go.
My fickle heart,
please lead me home.
T
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December 3rd, 2011 at 5:20 pm
I like your poetry, Tamara… really nice spiritual resonance within it. 🙂
December 3rd, 2011 at 5:26 pm
A sincere thank you from the bottom of my heart Angela. 🙂
December 15th, 2011 at 6:45 am
Thanks for being on point and on taregt!
December 15th, 2011 at 4:21 am
I guess finding uesufl, reliable information on the internet isn’t hopeless after all.