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Jun 2015
Beyond the horizon
an orange glow beckons me forward.
The path behind me
is dark and ragged
and I've been hurt more times
than I care to admit
and cried rivers
which flowed alongside me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm
struggling against the wind
and walking for hours
without moving an inch.
The path is mostly uphill
and my energy is sapped,
but I keep moving.

What lies beyond the horizon?
I simply do not know.
But I know I will get there

eventually
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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