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Lindsay Alayne Stevens
Poems
Dec 2012
The Path
Walking along,
Stopping to pick the ripened berries
The sweet sour taste entices the senses.
Cars passing quickly
My feet stagger on
Slowly falling into the tempo.
My thoughts wander
My troubles arise.
I reach a split in this mental road
Should I go left?
Should I go right?
Should I just turn around and give up?
Iām at the dead end
Looking over a cliff to the rough water below.
Maybe I should just jump in.
Feel the cold daggers against my skin.
The water draws me in
Welcoming me
Beckoning me.
Telling me to jump.
Should I take this leap into the unknown?
Prepare myself for the worst.
In order appreciate the best.
I need some help,
A lighthouse in the distance
The light giving guidance
Offering peace
Breaking though the night.
Where is my lighthouse?
Is there one?
Or is this the dead end.
#choices
#unknown
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Lindsay Alayne Stevens
32/F/Philadelphia, PA
(32/F/Philadelphia, PA)
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