The Journey is Real

The Journey is Real 11/19/15


My mind is a mine filled maze.

My heart is a skipped beat that pumps pain.

My face is etched misery
lined with a false bravado.

And as I examine my woes
I can't help but think
how minuscule they are
compared to some.

Who am I to complain?
Who is listening anyway?
Every day I breathe
should be a good day.

The salt in my wounds
can be washed away.

Sometimes I am overwhelmed.
I see the treacherous mountain
I must climb and somehow
stumble over small stones of little consequence.

My focus determines my path and lights my sight.
I have no one by my side.
I am alone and terrified.

One step at a time I shall climb
out of this self made
hole and just breathe.

There is always a way out of the
Maze.
There is always a moon to guide my gaze.

I just have to open
my eyes and trust.

Take a long deep breath and follow
the ever constant moon beam -
that bright satellite in the night.