the path often sought
but rarely found
full of slippery slopes and dark, twisty corners
yet i forge on
sometimes with eagerness
but often with quiet trepidation
easy to surrender to seductive whispers
turn back, turn back
i’m ashamed to admit
i want to
sometimes
yet i forge on
certain nirvana lies just ahead
past fallen, prickly branches and poison ivy
where robins whistle joyously
keep going, keep going
i forge on
watching fluffy clouds skip across the deep blue sky
a growing lightness in my step
and soul
at last i see it
Possibilities.
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