Path to Certainty
On the path to certainty,
You’ll find many potholes.
The greenest blades of grass,
May point North, towards your goals,
But amidst the tallest strands,
Grow wicked stinging nettles.
Cross over where dandelion spores disperse,
And turn left when the last seed settles.
Mind the sheer drop.
Try not to hurry.
Stability and security
Fade when there is worry.
In response to the final “directions” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
It has been an absolute pleasure to participate in NaPoWriMo this year. I am so grateful for the opportunity to converse with fellow poets and explore everyone’s interpretations of each prompt. It has been delightful!
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