The Long And Winding Road Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The path stretches forward,
twisting,
its bends unknown, obscured by shadows
that linger in the folds of the earth.
Each step, a test of courage,
each choice, a whisper of who we are,
or might become.

Sometimes, the road falls silent,
heavy with stones that bruise the feet
and doubts that cling like fog.
There are hills that mock our strength,
valleys that swallow light whole,
places where the heart is laid bare,
and questions rise like ghosts
that have lingerd since the dawn of thought.

What is purpose, what is peace-
these questions scatter like leaves in a storm,
their answers hidden beneath layers of dust.
The journey holds no promise
of straight lines or clear horizons,
only the quiet understanding
that we move forward,
not to conquer the road,
but to know its texture,
to feel it press beneath our skin
and shape the contours of our soul.

There is no map for this kind of travel,
no compass that can gauge the worth
of each stumble, each scar,
each revelation.
But perhaps, in the stillness
between breaths,
we find that it is not the end we seek,
but the grace to keep walking,
and the wisdom to see the beauty
in each rugged twist, each narrow passage-
the long, winding road,
that unravels and renews us.