I had lost my way. Mired in a jungle of thought, I found myself drifting away from my base – away from my mind’s center. Words, once an ally, have taken umbrage against a senseless ramble I had assumed. There’s no counting for intent, this descent was rapid. I could not stop my fall. When it began, I don’t recall… wrong, maybe I do. I think it started when I presumed people wanted to hear what I had to say. I wrote in a poetic way, a rapid-fire muse that would refuse to rest. It had gotten tired and old. I started to hate the direction I was headed, which was no direction at all. I had lost my way. Mumbling to myself, I found this quote, “You will love again the stranger who was yourself”. I started finding myself by loving who I was.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
oh yes….loving ourselves and liking who we are..so important in these days of social media, “reality” shows. Excellent ending.
Hi Walter! I haven’t seen you at the dVerse Poets pub for a while – so good to see you back! I like the phrase ‘mired in a jungle of thought’ and the way you describe losing your direction. It’s more difficult to love oneself than we think.
sometimes we just have to take a machete to that jungle!
The secret to happy living — first you learn to love yourself… then loving others becomes easy.
Walt, loved this fight out of a senseless ramble.
There is no other way than this to find your way back
I like this message, Walt, and how you have conveyed it. For me, a lot depends on being able not only to love my self, but to laugh at myself. It’s so freeing.