Hard Path

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The path that led me here was filled with bristles, bounders and uncertainty

I walked it alone

Far from familiar surroundings with no place to call home

But kept moving none the less

There are days when I wonder why the sun beats down?

Pressuring me with it’s bright light

To give up on my goals

To let down my guard

Stop the desperate desire surging in my chest to fight

Or maybe it’s the cold northern wind that bites my face

Leaving me teary eyed

As though I was sprayed with mace

Perhaps it’s the wolves stalking me from a distance

Waiting to pounce

Seeking to taste my fear and devour me by the pound

But no matter what I face

I have no interest in walking away now

Love always, Esha 🙂

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