On Track

I know not
What lies before.
I have a wealth
Of life at my back door,
My tracks are knotted,
I have come far with
My map, but now my
Sap runs clear - I know
What I am for -
My task is growing
Daily as I live -
It makes a new road and
An unsafe plot but
I am wary
Of its shade, its
Twists, of what
It is not.
I believe
I have been here before
But this is no sport -
It tears too much on
The heart.  I want a small
Part of life: some
Peace, some success, 
I want my pain to cease.
I swear my journey 
Will not be endless.

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