I choose the path;
this winding way
though the midway,
battling though the brambles and briars,
I have stains on my soul,
I have splinters in the tissue of my beating breast,
beating, breaking, panting,
I have moments
when my feet no longer feel their footing,
when falling is all I can handle,
I choose this path;
this way of winding words,
stringing sentences into steps
that carry me to places
I never knew existed,
I have ink stains on my insides,
I have empty areas that have been erased,
their only trace now a vacuum
where vanity once ventured,
I choose this path;
this winding way
of silent shadow
and am grateful
for the break of light.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
I love this one, Damien! It’s lyrical and raw at the same time.
Thank you Jane. This was certainly a picture inspired moment after a potter in the park nearby.
Well worth the potter.
“such an amazing way of simple words” – initial response from nigel when I read him the poem. we both like it Dami 🙂 thank you!
You guys are so kind. Thank you both and greetings on this brighter Sunday morning, the clocks just went back over here, although it didn’t distract the rainfall. Best wishes
I like the way Jane put it–lyrical and raw. Perfect.
Oh, thank you so much. Happy boy here now!!
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Gorgeous in image and word.