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Tuesday, July 23, 2013


Sometimes I think
I’ve come a long way
These past few

Think I am pretty good
At plugging along
Getting things done
Moving forward or
At least moving

It is ok
Until I stop
Lift my head up
And look around
That is when it hurts

Hurts to see
That the ground covered
Seems like inches
Compared to the ground ahead of me
Which seems like miles

And I’m tired

Can be tired and still
Or tired and moving forward
Can stop trying altogether too
That’s an option
But where does that get me

Either way
Stuck for now
With a long
Difficult journey

Hate that