#WritcoPoemPrompt68
Hurdles can always be jumped over, Like a labyrinth guiding us to sweep our troubles away, It may not be neatly organized, straight-forward, or efficient, But there will always be a way to jump over it, be it with one leg, two, or even four.
They say each morning is brighter
But mine seems darker
Is it my choice of bulb
That tend to get dim
The morning suite I had before
Had turned to be of the night
But it does...