Janette Hoppe #42 Secrets (3)

my pen is thick with dark ink
an ounce of truth
in every word I scribe
I have died a thousand deaths
and I'd die each one again
just to be alive

everyone is a guru
even the junkie down the street
each one injecting their opinion
on the miles walked by my feet

yet not one has shared my journey
or asked about my load
they just tell me how to fix it
how to travel the lesser road

sometimes the lesser of two evils
is to know when the journey ends
and leave the writing on the wall
until there is no ink left in my pen.