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Don'shea Graves shared a letter in the
Poetry group 8 months, 3 weeks ago The Trail
I approached the entrance of the Great Unknown;
Lost I was, I wandered aimlessly in the dark;
I left my mark on a wall bathed in graffiti;
Ears ringing of various noises once familiar to me, but now sounds of a time long ago;
I desire to synchronize with this foreign body once again, so I tread on in paranoia;
I wander evermore;
Deeper and deeper;
Deeper and deeper into the labyrinth until I find what it is that I AM searching for most;
Still I not find this item of magical wonders;
Do I look outward so much that I forget once more that I already possess this treasure
Don’shea, this is fascinating. We all search for something in life, with or without realizing it. Search, after search without results, we continue to look further. Sometimes, what we are looking for has been here all along, within us! Great work, I love your perspective!
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Thanks Harper 😊. And yes, all that we seek is really within ourselves. Sometimes our perspective is what blinds us from this truth.
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