New Friends

Each step was not easy...
And difficult to reflect upon.
Lonely was the journey,
When decisions were made to continue,
Alone.
And all the time I felt I was assisted.
A force within insisted I not give up!
I couldn't.
I wouldn't.
Never looking back.
Keeping on track and focused...
I met many new friends,
Who wondered 'when' I would see the light!
They were excited for me.
And I observed a few of them shaking hands.
As if I was on course...
Following some sort of plan.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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