Stopping to catch my breath I realize that deep within my,
more than 30 year odyssey,
I have turned a corner and faced another wall.
In the back of my mind I contemplate that it may be only the beginning.
The quest exists within a labyrinth for which I don’t hold the key.
It is for some, a journey within a maze they quickly find the solution for,
one with many happy successes and defining paths along the way,
none without their struggle.
Often I find myself frustrated that I cannot seem to find my way.
I cannot feel angry at the happiness of others –
because their paths have often been interlaced with mine,
so I cherish that I shared in them.
There are paths that have led me to brief happiness-
and others to moments of pain, suffering, and despair.
It is through the latter that I can recognize-
the glimmers of pure joy and clarity.
Eventually, I find my way along another path.
I catch my breath once more and force some courage out to follow it.
The labyrinth is deceiving in that light appears sporadically-
and does not mark how far the road will be.
It is not my purpose to know how deep or complicated my journey will be
or how far along I am within it-
only that I am trying to learn from it.
Every adventure has its ups and downs,
every step, a consequence.
Perhaps there are many ways to travel this road
and I often choose the rockiest path unknowingly.
In effect, I must be strong even though I always feel the opposite.
I have helped others find their way and in turn I lost my own.
A hand always finds me and guides me to a softer road
and then: I turn, distracted, and start another route.
This last one that I’ve travelled is a tough one,
because it splits in many ways.
I once again stand straight and tall and begin to walk,
even if I’m somewhat weary.
I know that I am not a tracker-
unsure of my direction.
I am only hopeful that a future path will be amazing,
like some I’ve passed along the way;
maybe that new road will be smooth and scenic,
giving renewed energy for those more bumpy
lying hidden in the wonderland
and thunderland that is my labyrinth of life.