A Traveller
Let me travel this road with dignity
And reach my destination intact.
Bruised? Battered? Scarred?
I wear the marks of a traveller
Who wandered from the path,
But not so far that I could not return.
There are wounds I cannot identify
And pains arise unbidden.
Scars appear from battles fought
Whose cause and resolution
I cannot recall.
At times, my destination fades
And my goals become unclear.
My values are what sustain me.
I know that if I follow
This path that I have chosen
And return to it when I stray,
That home lies beyond that hill,
That hill on the far horizon
Where I am duty bound to go.