May the path to your future
be your destination.
Paved with cobble stones
laid by your own hands.
Winding,just, through your eyes.
Widened by your spirit.
Lead with your head at the forks
along the way.
Blinding with joy are some days,
yet others darkened, dismal.
When traveling through the forest
don't stay to long in the shadows
to cool from the heat of the open meadow.
Give to the unknown
Touch those you love.
Words of Wisdom Words of Rhyme Kept in Pages For all Time.
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- Babette
- There is a lot about me just not sure how it makes me, me or why others care who I am. The Scattered Pages of Me is an attempt to put some of what I've written over my lifetime all in one place. I have many words that are just that, words, that don't make sense to anyone else. There are also words and thoughts written to vent frustration or release anxiety, worry and all the things that keep me trapped in me. There is much that I would love to say and be known, maybe in time I'll find the currage. For now this will have to do. My thoughts are my prision they keep me locked within walls that stay strong around my habits and moods. Breaking the walls would mean change that I'm unsure of, but would gladly embrace if it would set me free from the places I hide. Freedom from worry and anxiety, uncomplete tasks left strung from days to weeks, months or forgotten altogether.
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