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A scary journey,
to love without restriction.
Quickly my path fades.
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A scary journey,
to love without restriction.
Quickly my path fades.
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A crackling leaf-
Transformation hinges near-
Just before the freeze.
What is the first thing that you notice?
Perhaps that it is the chain link fence with its numerous connotations-
Maybe it is the solid linking chains wrapped around the handle of the gate-
Or even better it’s the padlock, so worn from the weather that it’s blue strip around the bottom has faded to rusted metal.
The blockade has been set up for so long the weeds have become overgrown offering nature’s own additional locking system.
It would seem there is no way around, this is the end, this is the point where you return to your previous existence.
This is it.
It is for many-
For those who don’t want to think a bit more, for those who don’t fully wonder- afraid to ponder- curiosity was was never their muse.
They miss it-
You can too if you want.
Any child would hop the fence or even-
walk the extra one hundred yards to get around.
You are your only obstacle-
You and-
You alone.
What a boon to overcome your own self-doubt,
And to find yourself at the end of an arduous road.
Accomplishment battles with bewilderment.
Now What?
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
Watch each step you take one by one. You never
have to look anyone in the eyes.
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
You never have to worry about hazards or opportunities whipping
by.
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
You never have to take a chance because the ground is solid
beneath you.
It’s so incredibly to look down-
And miss the beauty that’s in the sky just above the tree tops.
Rain dances on me-
The overflow demonstrates-
True thirst can’t be quenched.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience