Optimism takes the prize
we plan our future
but have not added our broken leg
Bam!
Ouch!
Things change fast
We begin to heal
filled with optimism
We can still reach our goal
a temporary side road
we replan, replenish, rehearse
Refocus on our future
Car wreck!
What?
We’re hospitalized and helpless
Rehab takes a long time
Depression might set in
We are disabled, disillusioned and disheveled
Is there a glimmer of hope?
Can we continue our path?
Some of us cannot go on
These souls have not rallied, refreshed or regrouped.
Despair holds them down in the ditch of the side road
Most of us can continue
The luckiest ones find strength and stories in the side roads
Understanding that the goal is not the future,
The journey is the test
and the road we have travelled for a reason.
We are the optimists, and we do well
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