No Destination, No Path

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I do not know where I am

I do not know how I got here

All I know is I cannot stay

I must leave, come what may. 


I do not know where to go

I do not know how to get there

All I know is I must be away

I must move, whatever the way.


I cannot stay, I must move away

What or who, makes me this say?

Is it pain, anxiety and suffering?

Will they go away with all the moving?


With no destination and no path

Am I simply running from the truth?

If that is so, is it so wrong

to not want this despair lifelong?


Show me the destination, oh Lord

and I shall find the way.

Show me a way, dear God

and I shall reach my station. 


Don’t ask me to live, leaving me with neither

Don’t ask a bird to fly, after clipping its last feather

Give me hope, give me some fuel

For I am not ready, to throw in the towel. 

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I am a burned out international lawyer & mother with Fibromyalgia and anxiety, trying to re-discover my identity.

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