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There is a sense of excitement.
There is a sense of expectation.
There is a sense of wonderment,
in not being able to see past the
current hour.

Maybe I’ll walk where Rudyard
Kipling walked with the joy of
knowing that it will be my
footprints on the path I should
go. Not his; but mine. Your
direction; not mine. I long to
step where my foot should go.

This poem and the path my life
will take remain untitled, unknown
to me, for now. But known to God.

My heart and mind precede me,
even though I don’t know where,
I’m going, when, or how.

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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