Crossed roads

Is this a
crossroads or just
the road going
on down
from the door
where it began? How
do I know?  How
do I step
lightly now I am
impeded by my
happening?   I
know not how
to map the
places I have been.
am I living, feeding,
giving? How
do I support
a grieving heart, the
bleeding part that
never dies? How
do I lie at
peace and
ease when
this life
does not please?
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