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Jan 2016
the walk
took a turn
onto a mud filled road
either being ****** in
the mud
or tripped up
by huge stones
placed precisely
in my path
struggling to advance forward
feeling the constant pull
to go back
knowing it would be easier

stopping
i strain desperately
for any sign of encouragement
that continuing ahead
is the path
i must take.
susan
Written by
susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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