The Rocky Hill

Birth

death

In between

each and every

Breath

πŸŒ‘

Unsteadily

we roam

the tightrope of Life

in an effort to find

our soul’s true home

πŸŒ‘

Veering between

the Dark and the Light

we seek a path

to that

which is hopeful and bright

πŸŒ‘

The path we choose

is unique to each and all

With companionship though

we can be lifted

when we trip or fall

πŸŒ‘

The path is dirty and rough

so trip and fall we will

We pick ourselves up

and head straight back

to Life’s rocky and wonderful Hill

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