My Way Poem by Laura arwen

My road is
very tortuous and
very silent
I have not
yet found my
perfect road, and
perhaps I will
never cross it
I'm sure that
my way is
in solitude
It's hard enough
to stay focused
on your own
path
It is so
strange to choose
which way to
follow
I want to
be sure I
have taken the
right and best
path
My way is
full of difficulties
It is full
of dreams and
hopes
Sometimes I want
that it is
magical and easy
It could tell
an interesting story
Sometimes I think
it is full
of wickedness and
missed opportunities
It is strange
to think that
my path can
improve drastically
Sometimes it is
an advantage not
to plan your
own way
My way is
marked by darkness
Sometimes I seem
to be going
through a dead-end
street
It has got
a lot of
limits