Life has been no easy forest for me to navigate --
Not always with a predetermined path to follow,
But abounding with rocks and roots to trip over
While stumbling along in a period of darkness.
Never knowing whether to take the left or the right fork,
Ever maneuvering the endless labyrinth
Of trees with dancing boughs and gnarled bark.
Always following the gently trickling blue snake,
Which is really a minute streamBut never too closely
For fear of falling in.
Constantly checking in all directions
For vicious, rampaging, wild beasts
That may be roaming the wood.
Never willing to stop, pause, or turn around,
Though sometimes I wish I could,
Being prevented only by the fact that
Even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to find my way back.
Ever keeping my faith in the reward on the other side,
I continue to traverse through the seasonally changing woodland of life.
Mark Hazel
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