As I trek through the valley of the shadow of death,
I rolled my boulder and leaned on, heaving it,
‘till it rest and roll, untouched on the slope…
I strode forward, and stood beside it;
quieted by the deafening serenity…
As I push and lean, I averted my gaze,
and pondered, on when it will come to an end…
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
As I trek through the valley of the shadow of death,
I rolled my boulder and leaned on, heaving it,
‘till it rest and roll, untouched on the slope…
I strode forward, and stood beside it;
quieted by the deafening serenity…
As I push and lean, I averted my gaze,
and pondered, on when it will come to an end…
A poem about doubt and uncertainty
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