Far AheadA Poem by Charlène BoutinTaken from the back of my mind.The dusty road that stretches far ahead of me kills the words in my mouth. Ahead, I see the never-ending spruce forest- symbol of the growth I must still go through. The wind blows in their branches- symbol of the change that may arise. Bumps ornate the dusty road- symbol of the obstacles yet to come. Beyond the furthest points of my sight the road still goes on, for our souls never cease to exist. So close it seems that the dark veil covers the way- symbol of death that will adventure itself on Earth to reap my soul. So close it seems... I stare behind, where my footprints have yet to be erased. I see the sparkling waters of the river of my childhood, already coming to its end. The shore is wet and welcoming, but I must go on. Even if I long to walk back into the past, I feel the wind pushing me forward. There is still a long way to go until I reach the end of the road, so far ahead. But yet so close... © 2008 Charlène BoutinAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on November 15, 2008 AuthorCharlène BoutinMontréal and Val-d'Or, CanadaAboutThere's more to this world than we see. Artists are gifted with the vision of this world, and can bring forward these visions to others. The world I see goes beyond my eyes, beyond my own life. I hop.. more..Writing
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