The Journey

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The Journey

The razor edge stones grab at my soles
The dust it clings and it cakes
The dry burning sun gnaws at my skin
And the wind my spirit it shakes

A long twisting road I've been chosen to walk
As I climb to the summit of life
With bruises for jewels and silvering hair
As a crown for enduring the strife

When asked, If I could would I change my past
To become a much improved me
Then I must reply with honest resolve
If I did, today I wouldn't be me

For the troubles of life hammer the soul
And the fire forges the spirit
They form a character strong and brave
That can welcome th trial, not fear it

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KShanay commented on The Journey

04-01-2010

Wow... Some of the things u say in this poem is what I think about everyday... Nice job... Love it...

jesterescapade

04/02/2010

Thank you, and ramember we all think about those things, just in different ways.

MistyDawn commented on The Journey

10-19-2009

I really like this..."fire forges the spirit." How very true. Well done - Misty

jesterescapade

10/20/2009

TY for the comment

nonners commented on The Journey

10-07-2009

i really loved this poem-ican relate am i am honored you shared it thank you jester,always chin to the heavens!

nini2323 commented on The Journey

10-06-2009

I like it it's a cool vibe. I like the whole concept of changing your past/ vs beingwho you are.... nice work man

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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