Every day is a winding path….

Every day is a winding path,
Walking down the labyrinth,
Heavier, deeper, longer
Than expected, countless shadows,
Dappled shades of sunny thoughts
Dawning like the stars, pale
In morning sunrise, twinkling,
Impossible to keep aligned or straight…

Winding out of sight to distant
Memory, tireless force
Exhausted as the night draws close…
Greater darkness growing closer,
Glowing glimpses as one rounds
An endless circle, precise but not
Symmetrical, like a drunken spider
Spinning web outside my window,
Casting shadows in the winding wind,
Questions rippling back and forth,
Within, outside the wounded heart.


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