a road promising nothing but uncertainty.
He clung to an old rugged faith
passed down from unknown generations
of forgotten forefathers and mothers of long dead children.
But he could feel them coursing through his veins
like a river of earth transformed in bright living color
upon a blank page.
He was at home within his own skin,
but weary of the struggle
of dealing with hidden demons and self taught lies.
He longed for a happy ending
if only God would permit him to make it so.
And a question lingers,
would he remain a lost child forever?
D. Wittler 2014
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