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Go Against the Grain

Treasure the twists and turns

By Colleen Millsteed Published about a year ago 1 min read
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Life, well life is a little like a maps based app,

Something like Google or Apple Maps, I’ve just come to realise,

We think we have it all planned out, who are we kidding,

Roadblocks, flooding, dead-ends, something will always surprise.

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We don’t trust ourselves, so we hand over to a voice that tells us where to go,

A little blue line on a technological screen,

Turn left, turn right, at the roundabout take the second exit,

Mindlessly following along regardless of where we’ve been.

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When we take a wrong turn, we don’t hear that voice reprimand,

There’s no, “hey, you’ve gone the wrong way,”

No, that little voice recalibrates, makes the necessary adjustments to our route,

And sends us back to life’s main highway.

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We thought we were off track, but in reality it’s just a diverted course,

Life had someone it wanted us to meet,

Or an adventure it wanted us to experience,

A new lesson that was important for us to complete.

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But all in all, we’re still on track,

Still heading in the direction of our ultimate destination,

And as we grow, become more confident, more successful,

Our layovers may reset, we may very well aim for a different location.

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It may take longer to get to where we’re going,

We may even find a shortcut or two,

But we’ll become a different version of who we started out to be,

And it’s the ‘wrong’ turns and misdirections that we outgrew.

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So, we may not have it all mapped out, not got it figured at all,

Just follow that designated maps app and enjoy the ride,

It’s all about the journey, the unexpected corners we take in life,

Because we’ll definitely reach that final destination, but only on the day we die.

inspirational

About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    But it'll be nice if it would tell us how to get back on the correct route 😅😅 Loved your poem!

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