Terra Incognita

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The doubts we hold when heading towards the unknown

Submitted: July 24, 2017

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Submitted: July 24, 2017





The clouds that once had lifted have drifted back today.

With leaden feet they creep across, my warm and sunny bay.

My destination, once in view, now masked within a haze.

The clarity of thoughts once held, orphaned within its maze.

Tossed headlong into seas of doubt, forsaking my isle of lone.

Every step and footfall, further away, from my now retreating throne.

And dormant feelings, long suppressed, have now begun to stir.

Their potency a troubling tumult, of almost forgotten care.

I don’t know where I’m heading, or what waits along the road.

My thoughts a rising tide of fear, its weight a ponderous load.

And blue touch paper inevitable, join forces with the flame.

A mirror pushed before me and no one else to blame.

Will time with all its moods and colours be gentle with my hand?

Or will I forever rue the day, I ventured from this land.


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