the writers pathBy: Bonita Templeton

the writer sits and stares at a notebook full of dreams. Pages of her life, of her past, of the path that she has tread in this world. She see's just how far away from some of her dreams she has come. She knows not how she got to where she is today. so she sits and reads, the pages. the pages she wrote in and signed her name to poems and songs leading back to highschool. Some of them she cant bare to read, cause sadly she has come so far from when those things ruled her life. and she see's how some things never change. The writer, sits in tears, she cries how did this happen? wasnt I heading in the right way, then why have I strayed off the path so far? What happened to poems of praise and prayers. been so long since I have written about what used to be my muse. three years or longer since the last poem like that was written. And now her muse has changed. now the writer turns to the page that she is writing today. She writes, of dreams, of love, of anceint ways, she writes of life, of all the good and wonderful things, but she fails now to credit where credit is due, she fails to write on her struggles because she fears them being exposed. She fears the world will see the image of a shattered person, within the writers words, and in reality, she fears thats what she is. many good things have come in this path many things she could never give back, but someday she must write about the path that has truely put her here. and then the writer wont write in shame, but once again write words of praise to the one who has seen her pain. and will bing her to his loving arms again