Winding Trail

Each step is progress

Hard won

A slog through hell

Battered and bruised

Keeping up with myself

Through briars

Through brush

Among tangled trees

Often falling, crawling on hands and knees

Never sure of what comes next

Forever wander

In the endless forest

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