Not Sure

Not sure where the trail leads too
I stop upon the path
As my feet have lead me to
A place of wonder, beyond belief
A place where all can be named
Succeed.

Not sure what I have to say
Know the words will come
When its their day
Flowing out upon the land
Resting with those that need
Need their words, need a hand.

Not sure if I’ll see
The things I must to be me
But then again what if I am
Already there
And they’re already in
My soul’s command.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019