The Way (2)

I hoped to go the easy way,
But, seeing it was barred,
I knew it not to be my day
And set out on the hard.

It angled up towards the sky,
Was strewn with jagged stones
And – what was bound to catch my eye –
Had heaps of sunbleached bones.

And yet I carried on the climb,
And good I did so, too;
I didn’t know it at the time,
But nowadays I do:

The way a person gets to tread
Reflects the landscape in their head.

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

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