The Staff of Life

I follow the trail

distracted, hearing your cries.

In the spirit of camaraderie

it’s so much easier

to worry about your choices,


it is finally mandatory

to claim

— not like a two-year-old

declaring mine

wresting a toy from the clutch

of a sibling–

my path, my singing voice

my words

attempting to open

this glimpse

beyond the structures

we build


though now,

creating chronology

with time-pieced rungs

to climb through the rush

of incoming data.

And it’s just too much.

Let’s make a deal.

Cry, and I will feel your pain.

Enter my experience


metaphors, allegories,

breadcrumbs to lead us

— take my hand, we’ll travel

together, lean on

this walking


through star-studded,






Inspired by: Trail, Brilliance, Mandatory, Camaraderie  

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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