Atonement:
Travel on solid, level ground has never
been my cup of tea. To take the easy
path, some how seems a lie to me.
I wandered down a broken trail,every inch
tooth and nail. I grew accustomed to the pain,
among jagged rocks and pelting rain.
From the tallest peak, I ever climb, weary eyed
about this time, I gazed upon a blood soaked trail.
Curiously, I observed this gruesome seen. It's path
cut across mountains, deserts, oceans, and streams.
Then to the very base of the peak from which I stood, a
little shocked and quite disturbed. I followed it on, upward
through the undergrowth, to my own blood stained knees,
realizing then this trail was mine, from my knees I did climb.
Copyright © Deborah Dawson | Year Posted 2006
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