I looked at my hands
My thumbprint, one of a kind.
The creases in my palms, so unique
Like distinct paths leading somewhere or maybe nowhere
I wonder
Similar to these creases,
We have different paths, some straight, narrow, curvy.
What path do I follow?
The one most travelled, the one that seems easiest to follow?
What path am I on?
What has brought me here?
What opinions have shaped me?
When the walls of my life rage and discomfort is my companion who do I go to?
When confusion lies before me, who do I seek counsel from first?
How am I fighting my battles?
Whose am I?
Who is answering my questions?
Who has replaced my creator?
What counterfeit manufacturers have been fixing me causing further damage?
What Band-Aids have I been putting on bullet holes?
Who and what is mapping out the way before me
What was I made to do?
Where does my journey lead?
Hmm, I wonder…
(To be continued)
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