WAYWARD SOUL

I walk, the soles of my feet
afflicted with woe and regret.
I see the bones of my dreams in
the dirt.

Weird how sometimes it takes the whole of my life for me to understand.

The fork in the road.

If it cost you your peace it’s too expensive
But then again the cost of peace is
also expensive

Since it will often be paid by pain, sacrifice, and the carcass of pride

so, glory to the flame that alights
Glory to the path that narrows

Glory unto the divine call and the sacred beauty of suffering

for what is it if not eventually a gift