My Poetic Journey
My journey started in a small way..
Walking, jogging, sometimes running.
It has started and stopped,
Been derailed by arid landscapes,
and drowned by self doubt.
While the view is ever changing
And the road can be bumpy,
The journey has been the thing
That stays with me during bleak times,
And lights the dark parts of my heart.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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