A pilgrim's journey

“Pilgrims are poets who create, by taking journeys.”

-          Richard Nicbuhr



When I think back on my life, I am a pilgrim after all.  Life has never been easy for me.

I have often questioned why? I have always had to somehow find meaning in my life.

I have a mother who is filled with love, yet blemished pain.  Am I the same?

My journeys have been filled with turmoil, pain, anxiety, hate unforgiveness and resentment.

At times I ask myself, “Who would I say that I am?”

If I was held down, with handcuffs, locked in a room, without light, so that I could answer that question, what would I say?

Journeys are more than places that we travel to.

We could take a mental trip, which can either leave us in a good state or a bad state.

Mental trips are not the best at times.  Sometimes they can really bring us to a place where we need to be.

There are times and just look around me and just look around me and see how far I have come.

Is this really necessary? Do I really have to?  I ask myself these two questions?  The fact is life has never been easy for me.  Why do I have to make it so much harder by going against my own principles?

By the way, what are my principles?  Sometimes I think I know, then again, I begin to question myself.

Maybe it’s time to look over my life and draw a conclusion; make plans and see how far I can reach with them.

I know that this journey has been one filled with pain, but in the midst of it all, there was some pleasure.

I mentioned, my mother, not only for the fact that she is alive, but for that she always gives me the push that I need.  She has never questioned me about who I was, or what I choose to become.

I am a pilgrim, because I have traveled a journey that has brought me this far.

There has been a great deal of light shed on my life.

I am waiting to find out about life as it comes.  I am ready for the future journeys.

I am a pilgrim, with poetry in my heart, because now I know who I am.