The Thorn
Before, always thinking
how can this work?
All roads lead to the same
desolate location
no matter the direction.
I fight for my future,
wrestle with it daily
heavily on my mind.
No matter how I
twist and turn it
the result endurs.
Then suddenly, an understanding
an awakening.
The Thorn is there.
Remove it and life renews.
Dreams return.
A smile upon my face.
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2012
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