By: Jonathan Mederos
A vast problem unto myself
Coiling
And
Recoiling
Beneath an avalanche of woes
Only if it must be so
Hearts are tested, bodies hardened
Days reflected, trails forgotten
Subdue all pain
Become master of these domains
FOOTPRINTS
Carved along the path
Where I’ve been
Where I’m going
Where I hope to be someday
My Playground
Field of Dreams
Second Star to the right
And straight on till morning
A Boulevard of B R O K E N
Dreams
The only road I’ve ever known
Two diverged took the one less traveled by
I called He answered
I ran she came
Purpose herein found
Run hard, young man,
And finish strong.
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