Travel Plans (detour)


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I am ready to go forward. Yet I watch the road, with trepidation.

They all say what we should do. We’re reminded of our mistakes daily, hourly, by the minute.

Stupid things we do when we ache.

But I’m still walking – I’m changing my course. Said I’d cross that equator anyhow. But I can’t.  I’m not ready for that.

Take the loss, find another route, open the road to wherever it leads.  Learn to tell a new tale.  Remember to breathe.

It will be as it should.

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