Unpave My Path
I built a funeral pyre of yellowing maps and
Earnest directions to mourn the
Life of years lost
In following the easiest road.
I threw my clothing to the fire
And painted myself with the brightest
Reds and greens to celebrate
My own making.
I buried the compass given to me
By family I never knew.
Now I rise and stride forward,
Ignoring small barbs and burrs that
Bless my skin with indifferent
Scouring as I squeeze
Through the harsh brush
I expect like a lover's touch.
I push through the tightest tangles
And reject the open path
To find those most secret of places
Untread by all save one.
I will emerge,
Torn and bloody
And grinning like a cat
With prey in jaw.
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