and almost alone
Staring at a fork in the road
There's a storm blowing in
and no sight of protection
No one to save you from harm
Windy skies are blowing debris
As the fork in the road taunts you
Both journeys, filled with difficulty
Weighing the options has left you exhausted
And being you're almost alone
There is no one to catch you as you fall
you have to catch yourself. *hugs* gorgeous poem.
ReplyDeletehang on to the ALMOST. love.
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