Life of Becka

Confessions of a Dreamer

The Traveler

Moving through life in a constant fog
Inching forward never seeing behind.
A traveler in my own mind
Walking a path with no end in sight.
I am the seeker, the explorer,
always looking for a past
that is just out of reach.
When I loved was it enough?
When I played was it fun?
Was I good, was I kind?
I am the traveler, destined
to move forward
hoping that one day
I will see the road from
both directions.


This entry was posted on July 4, 2010 by in My Story, Post Traumatic Stress and tagged , , , , .


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