Wednesday 10 March 2021

The Journey

When I read stories,
There are camp fires
And caves 
Or blankets 
Or inns -
All are chapters 
Not to be missed.
So then,
Why do I find it so hard to see,
For myself 
That pauses are powerful,
That resting is still part of
The journey?



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