His map in his hand
A dream in his heart
A familiar feeling of long ago
Yesterday seems so far away
On a paper map without a soul
He knows each road
Will lead him to a dead end
Where a house sets alone
Wearing a sign that reads
Condemned…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
He travels many miles.
He stops only to find the birds have eaten the crumbs he dropped along the way.
The countless meals he ate in silence.
He knows now that there is no map to return.
He finds a new road.
He finds himself as one with isolation.
Peace reassures him that,
He is on the right path.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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