#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone...
wandering alone, in the forest of hope,
watching every bit of steps taken,
in an attempt to escape unnoticed.


For every pain I sustained,
from the thorns and broken bottles,
scattered along the pathway,
was painfully but joyfully endured,


For every pain sustained,
from falls upon falls,
in an attempt to jump ditches,
and not walked through.

For every pain sustained,
during my lone, long journey,
was fruitful and joyful.
With just me and my thoughts!


July 17 '20
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