Thursday, August 21, 2014


I was the master of my world,
Hands on the wheels, I soared.
The journey was the destination,
Solitude was the ultimate intention.
No voices egging me on,
No safety net to fall back on,
My battle was just my own,
The road to finish, unknown.


  1. First of all I love the title..although we have a connection to nature and humanity there are parts of the journey in life that we make alone..The road to self is personal. I love how you embrace the journey with freedom, unfettered. Thank you so much for taking part in the challenge!

  2. My battle was just my true, sometimes others can help but ultimately it falls on one's own shoulders. Great poem

  3. "The journey was the destination," the freedom here and the wanderlust..


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