This is my path.
It is not the path of my choosing
but it is mine to walk
nonetheless.
It’s a narrow path,
few accompany me here.
It is rocky and steep,
skirting the edge of a deep abyss.
My feet are raw and bleeding.
My hands constantly searching
for something to hold onto,
to steady me through this unknown territory.
I look ahead and see no end in sight.
I read of those who’ve gone before
but I find no comfort there,
only in that they’ve survived.
Years later, they still walk this same path.
This is my path.
It is not of my choosing
but it is mine to walk nonetheless.
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