Falls, bruises, a few hard knocks,
No sense of direction
One goal in mind
The path to find
I must carry on…
Failed dreams, big losses,
Wounds… the heart nourishes,
What does it take?
A magic mantra*-
or is there a powerful yantra**?
Or must I just carry on…
And trying some more; not giving-
in or up, just getting better at it
And hoping, praying with a candle lit,
That tomorrow’s ray
will bring the awaited day,
And if not, I must keep moving on…
And one day then,
I cannot say,
the win, the glory; a sum,
Of the trials, the prayers,
the the pain, the naysayers, the hours…
But surely it’ll come,
Go on and on; it’ll come.
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