"Dwights Labyrinth" by Dwight

As I arrived at camp, greeting, making my amends.
I had unknowingly entered my labyrinth and my journey begins.

When entering the labyrinth I was unprpared.
And at the very beginning I looked back because I was scared.

I had expected too much, to do this and do that.
And in the maze of my labyrinth that was the trap.

To get through it I had to let go to all that I knew.
In order to experience aomething that was brand new.

And to do this i had to move away from the troop.
Move away from the troop and form a new group.

At times I felt lonely as if I had no friends.
And the kids I did not know would show up and let that feeling end.

And as the journey continued I ran into a wall.
A wall so tall that to see the top I would have to fall.

But this wall was a stack of children higher than I could see.
As they stood there waiting they were waiting on me.

To give them more of who I am more than my name.
And after that I received a gift in Sam's game.

In the game you had to tell the group something bad someone has said to you.
Something that still today makes you feel blue.

They told me things they probably have never told another.
They grew as a family with me and I felt like their brother.

I watched the wall of my family come tombling down.
But it was not over yet I had to cover more ground.

There was this task where I had to go undercover.
To put on a mask and become another.

This was the most difficult move and made me step back.
But a force of divine strength put me back on track.

And that night when my troop was asleep.
A part of me was touched that ran oh so deep.

This night was topped off by ingredients easy to find.
Crackers, chocolate, marshmellows, and a lot of spare time.

And if you know what this is listen no more.
But if you don't this is the one and only smore.

I prepared thses smores in a flame that seemed to roar.
I made smores for all who asked and that was smores galore.

And with every smore I made the center of the labyrinth grew close.
Then I took a sip of my own medecine, the wake up dose.

As we stood in front of the fire talking, laughing, freezing, staying up real late.
The truth blind sided me with an applausible fate.

As these kids blossomed like flowers, I became the stem.
I was no longer an american I was one of them.

And when i completed my journey I felt so alive.
As the center of my labyrinth was the campfire and boy I had arrived.