_~I chose a path of my own, alone walking on the wet slippery road...some did find it odd...a couple of times I did check my phone
Sometimes talking to myself...most times to God
Occasionally I did pray... regularly I forgot
Self preservation...self discipline part of my own salvation
Earn a reservation at a five star
With a stick murky waters I would stir
Gone forgotten no longer a scar
I would live to tell those times I fell choosing to stand up against my heavy feet
Opting to hold on with my bruised arms
Keeping silent when inside I was dying to shout
Most I want...none of which I need
A dead end...in front the thick forest...far away fountains of rest
Pass this test...for I am the best...a warrior on a solo quest_
©fredrick o
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