TheBanyanTree: I know this path.

[NancyIee at aol.com]

I seem to know this path.
I was lost once  before
in a woods like this.
I remember the deceptive twists and turns,
the lonely darkness
the uncertainties,
the rocks and roots
that cause me to stumble and fall.

I longed to be out of the woods,
and so, I was.
One or two days in sunlight
checking my compass as to 
where I would go next.
I was happy for a moment,
thinking of all I would do
all I would  change.

But,  Life is a circle,
And here I am again.
It might as well be the same  woods,
along the same uneven paths.
I thought it all new,
it seemed full of promise.
But it's like the same path, all right.
I recognize the hurts.
The rocks in the way,
the emptiness and sorrow.

Funny, but I would go back to the first.
That, at least, was familiar.
I was used to the nowhere's and the perils.
There was sad safety in the familiar.
And my faulty memory
recalls it kindly.
I would go back . . . . . . 

if I knew  the way.