Stumbling Through the Valley

The light grows fainter,
Hope tangled in the bramble.
Sometimes all is blurred,
Other times, wrapped in darkness.

Yet I keep on—
Stumbling,
Questioning,
Hollering,
Tripping,
Stumbling still.

But I never stop moving.

I keep opening the bag of dreams,
Believing I can still plant the seed,
Still embrace reality.

I tell myself not to look back.
I don’t need to know how long I’ve stumbled,
Or how far this path has gone.
I just need to rescue hope,
To focus on the light.

I stumble.
But I move on.

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