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Rocky Road
Through the forest, where the weeping willows cast a canopy across a rocky path.
Through miles of weeds and prickly thorns, a treacherous sash of honey filled bee hives litter the ground of a road well known.
Through swarms of flies and butterflies viewed only in black and white. A mile of fire ants move from here to there along the trail stomped and worn.
Through struggles and tears, failure and fears, though we may limp, though we may stumble, though at times we fall flat on our face, if you pick yourself back up, stay on the rocky path of life, you might realize what you had all along, is standing right in front of you, true love is not obsession, it's a constant battle, sometimes you will find where you are, is right where you belong.
I've weathered that rocky road a thousand times before and it always brings me back to where my heart doth rest, right here, right now, I'm right where I belong!
Through miles of weeds and prickly thorns, a treacherous sash of honey filled bee hives litter the ground of a road well known.
Through swarms of flies and butterflies viewed only in black and white. A mile of fire ants move from here to there along the trail stomped and worn.
Through struggles and tears, failure and fears, though we may limp, though we may stumble, though at times we fall flat on our face, if you pick yourself back up, stay on the rocky path of life, you might realize what you had all along, is standing right in front of you, true love is not obsession, it's a constant battle, sometimes you will find where you are, is right where you belong.
I've weathered that rocky road a thousand times before and it always brings me back to where my heart doth rest, right here, right now, I'm right where I belong!
Published 16th Nov 2016
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17th Nov 2016 00:20am
These are comforting words Goddess. I think many (including me) find it hard to see through those trees. Someone told me not too long ago I was where I was supposed to be. Faith is what keeps me going.
Nice writing.
Nice writing.
17th Nov 2016 1:07am
I believe that if your brought to a certain place that your there for a reason.
17th Nov 2016 6:25am
Favourite line: "Sometimes you will find where you, is right where you belong". I remember reading Dietrich Bonhoeffer once wrote: "The Devil would have us believe we are where we should not be".
17th Nov 2016 12:40pm
Exactly the point I was trying to portray in this piece :) Thank you Solomon!
