I began, stuck in the trenches of sorrow. Nowhere to go but stay put. The grindstone the only friend I had. I grew tired of the trench, the sorrow, and the oppression. Climbing over was not easy, it took courage faith, and perseverance. Getting to the place I longed to be, the place of my salvation. A long ride it would be. I have only just begun yet I can see the light at the end of the very long and cold tunnel. I will not, no I can not falter for death is my other resource.
A long ride
January 29, 2012