Road to Damascus

I have travelled this road many times.
It’s dusty trail,
Clinging to your nostrils,
Keeping the scent of itself,
So you won’t forget.
How could you forget,
That journey filled with redemption,
Laced with remorse.
The Jekyll and Hyde
Of life’s journey.
It is the place were shattered dreams are held
Against the light and washed away.
The great equivocator of vanquished hopes.
It is always there.
The final hope.
The bastion to anchor the next last chance.
It is the reality in the sea of stupid optimism.
How many times have I travelled here,
Seeing everything and believing nothing.
Perhaps someday I will take this road and
Travel on it till I finally see what is round the bend.


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