“The jagged edges of life”
Life is definitely not linear.
It curves, sways, drops off,
disappears into the underbrush,
has steep inclines up and down
mountains, and possesses jag edges,
some that cut and scrape you
until you bleed and bruise.
Sometimes, you stop and cry,
moan and even murmur
at the unfairness of it all.
Yet, we continue
our maneuvering the sways
and curves, trying to stay
far away from the jagged edges
although they jut out so often
when we aren’t looking.
Sometimes they even appear
without us knowing
there is even an edge there.
What seemed like a wide spot
in the road turned out
to be nothing but jagged edges.
We ramble along life’s path,
Life is definitely not linear.
It curves, sways, drops off,
disappears into the underbrush,
has steep inclines up and down
mountains, and possesses jag edges,
some that cut and scrape you
until you bleed and bruise.
Sometimes, you stop and cry,
moan and even murmur
at the unfairness of it all.
Yet, we continue
our maneuvering the sways
and curves, trying to stay
far away from the jagged edges
although they jut out so often
when we aren’t looking.
Sometimes they even appear
without us knowing
there is even an edge there.
What seemed like a wide spot
in the road turned out
to be nothing but jagged edges.
We ramble along life’s path,
learning to maneuver and weave
away from the dangerous trappings
only to find ourselves
on a foreign path,
but we can see the top
from every angle,
and we scurry
from here to there,
avoiding the jagged edges
as much as we can,
hoping, just hoping,
we can scramble to the top
and beyond
to the smoothness of the way.
only to find ourselves
on a foreign path,
but we can see the top
from every angle,
and we scurry
from here to there,
avoiding the jagged edges
as much as we can,
hoping, just hoping,
we can scramble to the top
and beyond
to the smoothness of the way.
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