Slow Going

Mired in the muck that sticks to our bones so deep it strangles the will to wake up

I feel sadness 

Reluctant to open the windows of life’s wonders 

I feel hopeless

Too often untrusting, frightened, insecure 

I am unwilling to extend one foot beyond the next

Time teaches many lessons  

the bad ones too easily obscuring the fond 

But inside often hidden stacked steep behind a veil of angry quiet  

I can peek at the decent, the good

And I can move however cautiously

toward the inspiration that anchors my purpose and my plan

So I go forward knowing I will persevere through the thick and the thin 

until finally I’m safely beyond a hope and firmly able to say 

I can and I will.