Along the Road

Along the Road
Some days as you walk along

      the rough and dirty road,
you wonder where you are.
            you seek meaning
      as you stumble through the challenges

            of the life before you.

You struggle your way through the many sufferings,
      which never cease

            to leave your side.
The voice,

your own,

            inside your head,
Screams to renounce this life,
      To descend so far

            below the jagged ground,
To become a slave unto yourself,
one dying to be free,

      one dying to be released.

You need to admit to everything.
You long for

      your heart to be set free.

You need to be known

      for all you are,
not for

      what you wish to be.
to admit to your troubles and worries,
      faults and tears,

            to find the path you can handle

      and will lead you

            to the person you were meant to be.

To forgive the wrong,
      and in vast time,

            to learn to forgive yourself.
to recognize,

      everyone will complete the wrong.

No one will ever

      be so flawless,
            as all that we are said to be.
Somewhere along the road,
      you will discover who you’re meant to be.