Doubts

These words I write
no longer seem my own,
I am fading away
in the shadow of where they've grown.
Once a raven standing bravely alone
in the cold field of snow,
now covered and frozen
at twenty below.

I walk and walk and walk.
Looking, for the treasure.
I walk a thousand miles
to find the place,
where I can look into a mirror
and finally recognize my own face.
I go through large cities
and small towns,
gazing through the windows I pass,
and still, nothing new is found.

If somehow I knew I'd never
die,
Would I still love the birds sailing through the
sky;
The majestic mountains stretching way up
high;
Would anything mysterious move me enough to
cry;
Could I ever again gaze upon devine beauty and simply
sigh?

My heart has caused me to pursue
treasure tales from long ago.
Up strange mountains, through flowing rivers, into deep canyons.
I have chased the gold that may not even exist,
and loved every magic moment of it.
I doubt I've ever entirely returned.
... and am only certain
that I never shall...

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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