Journey’s End

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I would not discover myself among seashells and ocean glassAnd so I took a different turn — one less traveled, less rocky, or so I thought For a while, I did bask in sunshine-dotted lakes and rest upon cool granite with bodies so similar to mine — surely this was my heart’s truest desire ’til even this lush place could no longer satiate my need for self-discoveryOnly then did I stumble upon a dark, dank cave — could I find myself here? In my isolation, I finally traveled within, deep into my own inner being I discovered abandoned gardens, vast labyrinths and rooms all shuttered Riddled with decay, darkness and mazes, no beauty could dwell hereDesperate,

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I threw open the shutters and allowed light to burst within I tidied up the garden, planted flora to invite the bees and hummingbirds clipped back the labyrinth ’til it was merely a low-bearing design And now with all this sunshine and beauty surrounding me, I am found© 2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog <a href="https://medium.com/the-rattling-bones">here</a>.</article></body>

When outside relationships fail, perhaps it is the one within you need

In my youth-filled wandering days, I thought — why these same missteps? Didn’t I traverse from one botched relationship to another ad nauseum? My feet did stumble upon the same rocky shore ‘til cut, bruised and sore ‘til I realized, I would not discover myself among seashells and ocean glass

And so I took a different turn — one less traveled, less rocky, or so I thought For a while, I did bask in sunshine-dotted lakes and rest upon cool granite with bodies so similar to mine — surely this was my heart’s truest desire ’til even this lush place could no longer satiate my need for self-discovery

Only then did I stumble upon a dark, dank cave — could I find myself here? In my isolation, I finally traveled within, deep into my own inner being I discovered abandoned gardens, vast labyrinths and rooms all shuttered Riddled with decay, darkness and mazes, no beauty could dwell here

Desperate, I threw open the shutters and allowed light to burst within I tidied up the garden, planted flora to invite the bees and hummingbirds clipped back the labyrinth ’til it was merely a low-bearing design And now with all this sunshine and beauty surrounding me, I am found

Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.