by Gabriella Duncan
As I walked the winding path,
My breath was shallow
And anger was at times
My only friend…
As I walked the narrow path
I felt alone and tired
I felt misunderstood…
As I walked the narrow path
I craved deliverance from
Myself destruction…
As I walked the narrow path
Dreams evaded my eyes
And anger created emptiness
Then
I saw you there
Right beside me
And realized
The path had always been
Wide enough for two
And I had never been alone
As I walked the narrow path.
Painting: The Broad and Narrow Path by John Morris
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