Is it strange to have a favourite poem, that you wrote? Well, not necessarily wrote but you were there and the pen was in your hand. Who knows where the words come from. Are we merely channelers? Vessels through which greater, higher beings speak? This is my favourite poem. And I was there when it was written, but don’t feel like I wrote it. Not necessarily the best performance of it, but it does make me feel good when I speak it. Something to keep me going. A reminder to never stop because this life is a journey.
What do you think? Let me know.