Some times, I contemplate what life would be like, if I had walked down a different trail.
Would I feel loved?
Appreciated, happy?
Or the same as I do now.
Alone, neglected, forgotten and stale.
Or perhaps, that curious trail
Would have led me down an even darker road.
A narrow space, that never existed.
Swallowing my soul, even though I resisted.
Floating about, unheard and unseen by the living,
Not taking from the well of life.
But also unable to be one of the giving.
I don’t know why, on these thoughts I dwell.
I’m pretty certain, all these
highways my feet have
Have traveled,
Will eventually land my soul in hell.
I’ve been told to believe, and repent.
All my sins forgiven, matter not, the magnitude or event.
You can go on, swallowing the pill of faith which you’ve been sold.
Following all of the rules, they so convincingly told.
But.what if in the end,
Rather than ascending to heaven on the highway of gold.
You’re walking beside me through the darkness.
Together down the very same road.
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Author:
Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2018 02:57
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Please remember, this is just a poem.
I respect all religions and peoples faith.
This is a fine work which I enjoyed Resa
Thank you for reading it!
I’m glad you liked it.
While I have seen faith be a solace to people I am very leery of religions - which after all were written down by mankind and had agendas. I think far better for people to just follow what they know is good in their hearts. Thoughtful poem Resa.
Thank you Lorna !
I was afraid I would wake up to find people attacking this poem!
It has been the contrary thus far.
But, it’s early yet! LOL !
I appreciate your thought and input.
Thanks again 🙂
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