The Path…a poem

forest during dawn
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THE PATH

Tread lightly, and do not allow this moment of discontent to disturb your path.

Whisper, and prohibit the elements of sorrow from submerging you into submission.

Keep a vigilant watch over that which can subdue you into cathartic memoriam.

Stay heartened that you may traverse the light and spurn the dark’s pursuance.

Breathe in all kindness and goodness in lieu of maliciousness and anthropomorphism.

Heighten your senses, and protect the value of your being, whilst keeping on high guard.

Seek not perfection but rather the idea of a forthwith pursuance thereto.

Castigate, with great haste, all malevolent subsistence within your soul.

Embrace your mortality with inner-kinship fondness, lest you abandon your father.

This game afoot has drawn many finish lines, so heed progress until that final hour.

Tread lightly, and do not allow this moment of discontent to disturb your path.

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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