#SOL16 Day 11
All journeys have a secret destination of which the traveler is unaware. ~ Martin Buber
Surrounded by many, I travel alone
Tentatively, one step at a time
Like a tightrope walker
Clinging
Anticipating a road sign, a mile marker, a clue
Yet finding none
Where am I going?
Journeying onward – still alone
Longing to return to the familiar
Like a refugee
Searching
Eyes seeking a flicker, a beacon, a light
Blinded by the darkness
Where am I going?
Trying to read the stars, I travel alone
Their light fading with my gaze
Like a nomad
Lost
Longing, yet pushing on – adrift, afraid, alone
Without a compass or map
Where am I going?
Where am I going?
Perhaps the destination is not for me to know,
But to discover.
When I get there, I will recognize and understand,
I will arrive on the wings of those who walked with me
when I feared solitude.
Rita DiCarne 
What a lovely look at the confusion and uncertainties of life and our travels through it!
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Thank you for sharing this eloquent, vivid, and poignant poem. You write,
“When I get there, I will recognize and understand,
I will arrive on the wings of those who walked with me
when I feared solitude.”
The questions you pose throughout your poem are real for so many of us!
Wow! Wishing you a continued beautiful journey.
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I love this piece
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Love your poem!!! Thank you for sharing!
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This is truly a beautiful poem. I love when you said, “perhaps the destination is not for me to know.” Beautiful and so true.
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