ROAD

ByCatherine 
You asked about the Road
I pointed to it
You chose another
Why are you blaming me now?
You asked what the Road is
“Love,” I answered
You chose control
Why are you crying now?
You asked what Love is
Love is Love
It loves and does not judge
Trusts and Accepts
You asked “How do I Love”
“Start with yourself,” I answered
You looked surprised
And still you are surprised
You asked “Where are you going”
“Into my life
“My ship is leaving”
”Stay”, you asked

© CatherineNK

This poem is from the poetry book “I want…”

The decision
Crossroads of Choices

    Katarzyna Nowocin-Kowalczyk, known as Catherine, is a distinguished cultural expert and anthropologist with a profound understanding of human nature and society. An alumnus of SWPS University of Social Sciences and Humanities in Warsaw, Catherine has dedicated her career to exploring the intricate connections between culture, communication, and spirituality. Her writings, celebrated for their depth and insight, weave together the tangible and the transcendent, offering readers a unique perspective on life’s most profound mysteries. As a poet, writer, and art critic, Catherine’s works resonate with those seeking to understand the soul’s journey in the modern world. Her narrative style, described as "a soul’s story about a soul," invites readers to explore the unseen dimensions of existence.
    You can find her works in this blog: https://www.katarzynank.com/en/blog

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