I find myself standing all alone
On the edge of a precipice
Looking beyond the world I know
Seeing the route, the path
I must go.
No fanfare heralds the passing
No thunderbolt roars
Echoing in valleys below
But there behind me
I hear a soft voice telling
Telling me this is right
This is the way I should go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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I love the symbolic language here.
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So good to hear your words.<3 Thank you so much!
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