Lost in a dark forest

light is seemingly out of reach

Twists, turns, and stumbles

staying down is easy

A hand reaches out

then more and more

You grab hold

One step at a time

you continue to walk

Out of the forest at last

you see nothing

your tired mind aches 

and your weary bones protest

Reminded of those dark days

you search and hope

but no hands reach out

Where to go you do not know

but through uncertainty you take one step

then another and continue forward slowly

When a path begins to reveal itself

you realize at last you must do some things alone

This is self-reliance






This poem is about: 
My family


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