The Journey

Kind of pretty on the outside

light poking through crevices

Showing off the sparkly parts

more subdued on the inside

Words like clouds and picket fence
challenges and expanding hearts

come to mind

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Clothing hitched up to cross the stream

time to get toes dirty in the mud

Breezes flapping hair and cloth

heart intrepid in the face of fear

Best friends side by side sometimes
and off on our own side path
at other times
discovering myriad nooks and crannies
as we keep going forward

Begin the journey once again

midstream at the start

Who knows where

at the end…