in the labyrinth of life

We walk the winding paths of existence,
A labyrinth laid out with intricate persistence.
Each corridor, a chapter, each turn, a tale,
In the grand narrative, we each unveil.

No map in hand, no compass to guide,
Just the pulse of intuition we carry inside.
The walls rise high, a maze of choices,
Echoing with the remnants of past voices.

Some paths are lit with the glow of success,
Others shrouded in the shadows of distress.
Yet we step forward, one foot then another,
Finding strength in the journey, not the cover.

We meet fellow travelers, souls intertwined,
Sharing moments of joy and pain combined.
In their eyes, a reflection of our own quest,
In their stories, our fears and hopes confessed.

The labyrinth’s heart, a mystery concealed,
Its center, a truth waiting to be revealed.
With each twist and turn, we grow, we learn,
Embracing the uncertainty at every junction’s turn.

There are dead ends, walls we cannot breach,
Lessons in limits, and dreams just out of reach.
But with each setback, a new path emerges,
As resilience kindles and courage surges.

In this maze, we are not merely survivors,
But seekers of wisdom, life’s deep divers.
For in the labyrinth, we are not lost but found,
In its complexity, our spirits unbound.

So let us navigate with empathy and grace,
Through life’s labyrinth, at our own unique pace.
For it is not the exit we seek with zest,
But the understanding that the journey itself is the test.

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poetry – 251 words – reading time: 1 minute