A poetic journey

Lost at times in the dense forest,
where numerous paths appear–
each looks the same
Which one to take?
No compass, only wonder.

A wanderer in this maple land,
calling home where Oak trees grow.
The gentle wind carries my voice,
as I weave words
into the soul of ink.

I shoot for the moon.
chasing my dreams,
leaping hurdles––
each a lesson
until I reach a harbour;
Yet every arrival
is a beginning.

Soulful, spirited, placid––
sometimes a lone wolf,
sometimes a firecracker within,
sometimes a quiet soul
trying to catch fleeting thoughts.
It’s simply me.

Forever a student of this vast universe,
I never stop learning––
a restless traveller
always searching
for the next bright star.

Adding colour to
my creative writing journey––
a certificate from the
University of Toronto,
Where I gather words and wisdom
for the journey ahead.