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A Poem

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Pebbles of Doubt

I’m walking a path that feels familiar

Yet it looks different from any I’ve followed before

The sunlight is the same

And so are the trees

The birdsong is familiar

And so is the scent in the air

Pine and mud and freshness

Wonder and wanting and impatience

I move forward

Knowing the path will guide me

My feet feel sure

But my eyes question

Have I been here before?

Is this the right path?

Where will it take me?

I throw those questions aside

Pebbles on the earth

Left in my wake

And I charge ahead

Unwilling to consider

That my doubts might lead to truth