The Journey

Running through the forest

Blind to whats in front of me.

Anger, bubbling,churning

Bringing me to my  knees

Hawks circling high above,sensing my misery.

No mercy given to the weaker side of me.

I lay down crying,not wanting to go no more.

This journey I did not ask for became my destiny.

A hand reached down and grabbed me.

Pulling me to my feet.

Come child there is something for you to see.

He led me to a pond, a pond of simplicity .

I tell you child. The gift I have given you is the one of determancy

To keep moving forward and help the greater need.

But most of all the greatest give I give is

For you to

be.