We start walking to distant
lands. Oftentimes, we don’t
know where we will end up.
Bruised feet and hands, we
push on through thick vines
and terrain. We blaze trails
and pick a path yet to be
carved out. With each step,
we get closer to our destination.
When will we get there? There is
no estimation. We have to trust
ourselves and believe everything
will be okay. We may get stopped
in our tracks or land in quick
sand. It’s hard to get pulled out
without a helping hand. We
struggle to get out. We become
stronger each time we do. Life
can’t slow us down. We step into
the unknown tired and defeated.
We made it this far. Time to rest.
We know this break is needed.
We fight hard and do our best.
Now is the time to sit and relax.
Let’s slow the pace – find a place
to gather our thoughts. Time will
be kind to us if we stay still.


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