“Wherever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared.” ~Alice Walker, In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens


By Carmen H Gray

Perhaps this is where

I found myself

Or maybe I was fully aware

Of choosing to head left

Where right was the “way” to go

When I happened upon that cleft

Through my wanderings I see

That no path is perfect

Each has its shade from the hawthorn tree

Each has its thorns you have to sidestep

But I am glad

As I stop to recollect

For all that I have had

For comfort I did not expect

For shelter

As I Iingered lonely on someone’s doorstep

For helpers

And for every experience that let

Me find myself here

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