Soul Journey
How long I’m here
I do not know
To choose the path
On which to grow
One’s steep with rocks
and overgrown
The other flows
to parts unknown
My choice to float
the river’s race
Without a care
Or effort placed
But soon I find
I’m in a scrape
Rapids, boulders
There’s no escape
Learn to paddle
Find the courage
Steer my vessel
Dodge and portage
I’m here to learn
Life’s lessons taught
To grow my soul
To give it thought
I take the task
Where’er I roam
It’s mine, all mine
‘Til going home
Posted on March 22, 2014, in poetry, soul, spirit, Uncategorized, writing and tagged creative writing, journey, marilyn dalla valle, Murder in Mystic, Murder in Newport, mystery, reading, soul, spirit. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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