My Path

My Path prose poem

Uploaded by Missy Combs

Life is full of choices, paths, right? No matter what path you’re on or what path you take next there are still choices you make that make your path easier or harder to reach you goal. If your plan is to be happy don’t you choose the path that takes you there? You make choices that lead you away from where you were and where you didn’t want to be. You’ve make a choice to find good in everything, find good in everyone so you start by taking the path that leads you to joy, a better place, the path that leads you away from what’s not good for you. You leave the past and walk away from who you were and walk into the person you want to be, a happy person. You make a choice and you choose to surround yourself with only goodnesses and only kindnesses you find on your new path. You leave the place that’s solitary, comfortable and familiar and every step you take is a step forward, toward something that shines with new light, with a smile so bright that it lights the darkest places in your soul, with eyes so blue it makes the sky envious, with massive arms that weave around your body and wrap around you like the roots of the strongest oak tree. These arms consume you, hold you so tight you can’t breathe for yourself, you have to breathe together and every breathe you take together is deeper than any breathe you’ve taken alone and it feels so good, really good. You feel protected and you feel safe. He’s like a shelter covering you form every pain and heartache you’ve ever had to feel. You chose well! You took the path that led you to this place where the kisses are sweeter, where the sun is always shining and the moon is always fuller… but the path with the glistening sand by the light of the new moon was really the dust of a fools heart and it blew away with the gusty breeze of reality. I find myself taking steps backwards, stumbling, as I reach out for something in a dream that’s never really been there. Was it there? How did I get back here where my path began? Did I not hear your heart pounding in my head? Did your heart not beat for me? Did I not melt into your body when I kissed your lips? Were we not on fire? Were you even real? We all make choices, don’t we? Did I choose this path? Is it a path at all or an endless riverbed with a current that flows like a raging sea destroying every real emotion in its path, always fighting to rush back to were it started, alone? Is this a choice? Did I choose this path?

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