The Path

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The Path

I step and I fall.

  I get up.

     I step and I fall.
My knees meet the path in a collision of bone and earth,
  But I get up again.
I am not sure if I found this path or if this path found me
  But I travel it all the same. 

Another step and I fall again.

I step and I fall.

  I get up

    Only to step and fall once more.
Again and again I pick myself up to walk again.
  Though sometimes I crawl.
I walk barefoot over shards of glass, my soles broken,
  Blood seeps into this path I tread.

I walk on. 

I step and I fall.

  I rest. I stand.

    I step again. I fall again.
My mind is weary, my body aches, doubt envelopes me.
  But my heart beats on.
With each step my calling whispers to me through hurricane winds,
  I can hear it call my name.

I carry on. 

One step and then another. 

  And another. 

    And another. 

This road does not travel over flat lands and smooth roads,
  But over mountains.
There is no final destination, no map, nor route, nor end in sight,
  This is my journey; a pilgrimage to my calling. 

I travel on.

I step and I fall. I stand even taller.
  Each fall is an opportunity to get up again.
    Each time I am stronger.
Every obstacle overcome is a testament to the greatness I can achieve,
  But only if I carry on. 

I step. I fall. I stand up again and again and again...

by: T.J. Ruberto (c) 2017

I am certain we all have a destiny. I am certain we all have something to offer the world, to share with others; something that will make the world a more beautiful place. I am also certain our hearts cannot be truly happy until we have found the path that leads us to our calling. Once that path is found it's simply a matter of taking the first step.
As many of you know, writing is what I love most. I have spent years on and off of my path, struggling to find my way. In order to do that I have made sacrifices, poor choices, ad difficult decisions, but I think when the time is right things will finally begin to fall into place.
Over the past few weeks I have change my work schedule to devote one day each week to writing and writing alone (and sharing my work with others). I have applied to university in the hopes of earning my English degree. Do I doubt myself sometimes? All too often. Do I question if I am good enough, smart enough, artisitic enough? Absolutely. Do I want to give up on my dreams? Occasionally. But most importantly, will I ever give up on what my heart truly wants and what my soul needs? Hell no.