THE LONG WAY
Today, the road is muddy,
Rutted.
I recall it smooth,
But was it?
Always there were stones.
I bear them in my flesh.
See the blue
Under ropey skin?
That's hope I carry with me.
Who says you can't go home?
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Thanks, Tess!
I like the laser - blue colored hope that courses through your veins ...
ReplyDeleteQuickly to your point. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteNobody said we can't! A lovely flow to your words.
ReplyDeleteNo, the road was never smooth. Yet, here we are...
ReplyDeleteI was on a country road once, dirt, I was near choked by the grader ahead of me smoothing out that road, damned if i didn't fine myself on the same road after a couple months of rain and heat and the thing was just plain uncomfortable to walk on. I built a pocket in my knees for holding all of the stones (easier to gather that way) and the hope, nope, that's all in my knotty head.
ReplyDeleteWonderful write, full of wisdom! xo
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