I set out for a journey to forever
the path seemed bright and clear
back then
here I am
wandering indecisively
at the intersection
of another thwarted attempt
feeling lost in a panic
unable to read the street signs
written in a foreign language
hot coals are bubbling underneath my bare feet
the blazing sun is prickling my exposed skin
if only God will give me a sign
but in my malnourished mind
will I trust my own judgement
between a mirage and a vision

Excellent poem ❤️
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Thank you! Thank you! 😊
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Your comparison from indecision to a mirage words beautifully, Cassa. Well done!
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Thank you! 💚
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Nice!!
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