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The Road I Travel


The road I travel is sinking

An avalanche of rubble

My summit draped in thickening fog

An unforgiving path ready to pounce

But yet still I climb

This road shudders with every step

Beckons me towards the perilous edge

Offering an unsympathetic hand

A single flower struggles to bloom

It stands weak but alive

I’m ashamed to leave you behind

Wearily I hike this uphill battle

To a place I know not where or when

But it is the path that has been given to me

And so I climb

Background: Imagine walking along this road

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