Tattered Map

May 12, 2011 12:32

The tattered map in my hand
reminds me I have gone on this journey before

My shoes covered in mud
from the beaten path I have taken

I stand on the edge of a valley
with overgrown trees that darken its full interiors

My map is marked
with the pitfalls of my previous trip

I look at the mud on my shoes, I look at the drop below

The path down is easier than the path back up

So I will sit here for a while
to clean my shoes, to prepare for my next steps

poetry, depression, heal

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