Traveling a dusty road and the walk is unbearable
A path traveled many times
But today it was difficult to continue
I found that every step I took I fell deeper into depression
Looking to the sky for guidance and assistance
But the scorching sun forced me to look away
Breathing became a struggle
And I began to feel death knocking
Tried as best I could to fight the imprisonment of my mentality
Voices whispered in the wind…..stop…take a break…you are too weak……
I continued to resist the impregnating ideas of relaxation
For I knew I could never relax as long as I was on this dusty road
I fought and fought but my place remain the same
Taking steps bigger than Goliath but in a familiar place I remained
Even though I could see no progress or happiness….I continued
Continued down a road traveled many times before
But this time I knew it would be different
How I don’t know….but I could feel it in my gut
Like a bad case of a stomach virus
And just when I felt like I could no longer go on
I looked to the sky
And a voice said, “Give me your hand”…..
In an instance I was relieved of my struggle
Many look to me and ask how did I do it and what inspired change
I simply reply…..I met a young woman….her name was faith……….


 
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