This is the first glimpse from The Mystic Muse – a new body of work I’ve been writing, living, and carrying for years. Part memoir, part invocation, part reckoning. It moves through memory, manhood, and the silences that shape us.
A Man’s Path is His Own doesn’t romanticize distance. It names what it costs to keep walking when no one clears the way – when love is real, but the blueprint doesn’t fit.
These aren’t reflections.
They’re footprints.
Mine.
~ Marquis Hunt
If a son walks long enough, the father’s footprints disappear behind him.
There comes a moment when a man must ask himself:
Do I belong to my father’s world, or do I belong to my own?
Some men never leave the house their fathers built.
Some leave, but spend their lives looking back.
And some –
Some keep walking.
Even when it costs them.
Even when the road ahead is dark.
Even when, years later, the silence between them lingers like a sermon that never quite found its benediction.
But I know this now:
My father loved me.
And I –
I was always meant to walk beyond his reach.
3 replies on “A Man’s Path is His Own”
Da love is real
Man, can you please keep it up!
Oh, Marquis. This captures your experience royally. Thank you for sharing.