Still Searching

I left bread crumbs

back to the shore of

the place where I thought

I could return and

cook words over a fire.

But the birds ate

my map.

So, I wandered in the

forest of middle age,

thinking I was still young

enough to run,

but too old to relate.

My friends have all grown,

but I am not left here alone.

I look for a place to

lay my head and call

this "ME".

Little cabins in the

woods,

half built and abandoned.

Projects started and

never finished.

Only ever to find

a place that was mine.

Yet, still I search

after all this time.

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Playing the comparison game at middle age is not a recipe for positive mental health. This was a tough write.

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