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I gather pebbles from the road I travel,
place them carefully, one by one,
into a green velvet satchel.
Each represents an event that has come to pass,
or one that has yet to be.
I pull the draw string tightly shut and close my eyes,
recounting each one in my mind,
making a mental note to hold each vision in
harmony with conscious thought.
Art of recreation has become my gift.
One pebble marks the moment I once again
became me.
I’ve named this pebble Life,
bright and orange,
it represents my love and strength.
As my journey unfolds, I pick up red,
name it Fire, touch it to my lips and
claim it as the light that lifts me up.
It’s a constant reminder of the spark
that opened my world,
gave me wings and set me free.
Through my minds own vision,
I call forth yellow and
name it Choice.
Daily I choose to be who I am,
unafraid of risks,
surrendering my life to no one.
And there amongst the group
I see sapphire blue,
smooth as silk, cool and ever soothing,
this one I call Dream.
I reached up into the clouds
captured and reeled it in,
claiming it’s essence as my own.
Then here my favorite,
my treasure, my flight.
I carefully call this one Future,
purple in its majesty,
perfect in it’s balance,
forever leading, guiding,
And preparing my journeys path.
With my satchel in hand,
I travel a road not wide,
taking with me
Life
Fire
Choice
Dreams
And future.
Prepared to walk alone, prepared to fly at last.
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I am on a journey. Looking for Me. Everyday I get a little closer. The more time goes by the more I realize I'm always changing. This journey could take forever... Renae L. Soler
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