I have walked many paths,
And I have found my way.
No more knocking myself into the ground
Or letting my thoughts get twisted like clay.
Like standing on shifting ground,
the crowd has tossed me about.
Haunting, chanting, chiding me to do their will.
I followed like a mindless robot.
Zombie-like, I’ve let them
lead me to my own ruin.
Never sure of what my thoughts were.
In my mind, they connived and did spin.
Struggling, reaching, searching,
I’ve climbed out of the bottomless pit.
To where I could see clearly,
On the mountain of my soul to sit.
The hazy fog lifts and the
scales drop from my eyes.
I now can see who my friends are
and recognize the spider weaving lies.
I walk with a bounce,
lightly, but aware and in tune.
I know where I’m going
and I’ll get there soon.
I have walked many paths,
and I have found my way.
Michigan Mary 