The Struggle is Real Sometimes, Brother
Or so it's what I choose to believe,
clearing all those hurdles of contrast
nonchalantly blocking our way.
Go around! Rise above! Dig under!
some would say; in all honesty. . .
I've ignorantly advised the same.
But, there are times mountain heights
are too much for fledgling wings—
not to mention bordering ravines,
their eager throats swallowing missteps;
and, don't discount the solid-rock base
bending the sharpest shovel's blade.
No, not all advice is sound nor sage;
'maybe it's best you just sit in place
until a path opens itself willingly'.
We may not be able to reason the delay;
however, it could be that the Universe
saved our life, or blocked a ghastly mistake.
It's what I choose to believe anyway.