Directions

Day 30: write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place. 

There's an old joke about someone asking directions,  and being told "I wouldn't start from here." But that's the only place you can start, whether it's a real journey,  or your journey through life.   


To get to where you want to be
Start from where you are. 
Take the first step,  then - most important -
Keep going in your chosen direction. 

Take along your close companions
If you're worried they'll be left behind; 
Trust you will meet new friends
In unexpected places.

You may get lost along the way, 
Blundering your way back on track
After several false starts
Before you find your destination. 

You may choose to stop, distracted
By the bright lights of interesting diversions.
Take time to decide if you need to back track
Or if this was always your real destination. 

You may get stuck fast at any point
Lacking the will to carry on. Take a moment, 
Regroup, decide whether you've gone far enough,
Wait until you feel ready to take the next step. 

There are no prizes for the straightest, quickest journey,
No-one awarding points for discipline,  determination. 
You are in charge of your journey, 
Your destination is in your hands.  

 © Copyright 2021. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved 

Comments

  1. Ron.30 April 2021 at 05:49

    Oh, yeah; we're on the same vibe this morning, for sure.
    Thanks for a really fantastic April.
    I'll be seeing you around, I hope.

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    1. UleyChris30 April 2021 at 07:54

      You're very welcome to follow my blog Ron.

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