Beat from my journey on the winding trail,
Resting on a rock in the wilderness,
Thinking my efforts were to no avail
In correcting errors made in weakness.
The hardness of the journey weighed heavy,
Unforgiving thoughts accused “pretender,”
Of course these were moments of self-pity,
But mostly a moment of surrender.
I resigned myself to live as one lost,
Even alone has its silver lining,
I would shoulder my burden, bear the cost,
I would act like my sun was still shining.
A voice behind me spoke there on the rock
A fellow trav’ler joined me in my walk.
October 2016
October 2016
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