In red ink.
I sometimes wonder what my map looks like.
What the instructions for my life’s path
would appear like.
Red lines overlapped with
squiggles of blue where I constantly go of track,
Or is every move I have made every choice been
my destiny, those paths that were dark and full of thistle
were they clearly defined on that old aged sheet of
And if all things occur for a reason,
then what is the reason?
Why so many obstacles.
What is it that I am supposed to see,
what lesson do you need from me?
Why temptation in the darkest form
to tease my mind and create a lustrous storm.
That feeling after, the sensual calm
a connection that does no harm
Why the obstacles, are they man made?
Are they created as a barrier of protection?
I’ve heard it said that somethings we must prove
we want, some things we must stand and take,
is that too written upon my map?
In red ink?
Karen Hayward ©2015.