18d • Wisdom & Nuggets 💡
Title: The Narrow Road - # poem
Is there a destination
for long journeys?
For these ratchet rugged roads…
that pull you off the highway
and drag you down
those treacherous memory lanes.
Is there a place at the end
with sunshine and beaches?
A cold drink waiting?
Picture taking?
Is there A version of you
that finally knows how to breathe?
Because my tank is blinking on empty.
My hands are tired from steering.
My faith has been chewing
on its last bite of maybes.
Maybe things will turn around.
Maybe it is not as bad as it feels.
Maybe these are the lessons
they warned us about.
Maybe this is old pain
wearing a new name.
But is there truly a destination?
Because nobody gave me a map.
I barely noticed a sign
Most days,
it feels like I have been traveling blind.
And has nobody thought
to build rest stops
on this journey called life?
There should be places
where souls can pull over from this strife.
Where we can stop pretending
we are not tired.
Where we can sip something sweet,
Watch someone else’s life story,
And laugh at nothing as a treat.
Some days I want to return
to the station and file a complaint.
Who sold me this trip?
You left out the fun
Who left out the fine print?
I want a refund!
Who forgot to mention
the storms,
the detours,
nights so dark
you forget the sun
was ever real?
But then again…
There is one thing
about this journey.
The beauty is a steal
When I do get to stop driving so much and pause to see
The treasures that life along the way bestows upon me.
the sun touches everything
with quiet mercy.
I feel the rain
cooling what grief
left burning fiercely
I see the rainbow
stretch across the sky
like God still knows
how to make promises
out of broken sigh.
Maybe I was so busy
trying to arrive
that I forgot to witness.
Maybe I was so desperate
for the end
that I missed the milk and biscuits -
Then I saw where I was
Have you ever heard of the narrow brick road
Not the wide one
where everyone rushes,
where the signs are loud,
where the traffic is heavy,
where so many are moving
but few are awake from that crowd
No.
The narrow road.
The one that feels lonely sometimes.
that asks for trust
when there is no proof.
The one that strips you
of every suitcase
you thought you needed.
The one where faith
does not always feel like fire.
Sometimes faith
is just not turning back.
So maybe the destination
was never a beach,
or a finish line,
or a perfect life
waiting to applaud me.
Maybe the destination
is the me I become because I kept going.
Maybe this road was not punishment.
Maybe it was preparation.
Maybe every mile
was teaching my eyes
how to see light again.
And maybe,
just maybe,
the narrow road was never meant
to take me somewhere easy.
It was meant to take me somewhere true.
To the reader: If this journey has taught us anything, it is that not all who are still traveling are lost; some are simply learning how to see.
— Nekesha Burrell ✨
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Title: The Narrow Road - # poem
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