I wander but I am not lost.
I call no place home but I am not lonely.
I lean on no one but I am not friendless.
I am simply my own woman.
I wander because I want to see it all.
I camp because I do not want to feel trapped.
I carry my own load to avoid being beholden
To whomever I ask to shoulder the burdens
Which I am meant to bear alone.
I am strong but I am not invincible.
I am wise but I am not infallible.
I am longsighted but I am not a prophet.
I have stamina but I am no stoic.
So if you would like to walk with me
If you would like to talk with me
If you would like to break bread with me
Along this dusty road that leads into the unknown
Then I will spread my ragged shawl upon the ground
And lay out what little I have left to eat
To share between us in a simple feast
That will sustain us as long as it must.
Do you dare to take my hand and walk with me
Into what is meant to be your destiny?
I am patient.
I will wait
Until the hesitation clears from your eyes
And you realize that your future has arrived
In the form of a wandering woman
With eyes like the sky
And a smile that promises
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,love