Let's not call it poetry... let's call it "The crap that's in my head"

The woman walks along her
Path
It is new
It is worn
Familiar

While she knows her own mind
others get only a glimpse
What she shows them
What they want to see
No more
No less

They often venture a guess
but rarely come close
to truly understanding
Her
Him
Me
You


On her journey of seeking
Truth
Understanding
Acceptance
Her path crosses another's...

'What is the nature
of your journey?
It looks different from
Mine'

Their footsteps seem to
whisper back...

Tread gently. The path upon which you walk others have made for you, regardless of you, and still others shall follow, in spite of you.

Your journeys are the
Same
Beginning
Seeking
Ending

We may venture a guess
but rarely come close
to truly understanding