between blindness and insight
tried but not worn out between
coming and going
yesterday and tomorrow.
Hopes and reality lay apart
still separated by some distance
(mountains and seas, and what a view!)
but perhaps connected by a path -
a path easy to walk with proper clothing
but trying and heavy if you walk it with
city shoes.
Shoes without a grip were not welcome
on that path, it was strenuous, you could
easily slip and fall into the abyss of loneliness.
He walked the path for Her,
He held Her hand,
She was the grip the Had to trust...
..She dashed ahead,
but held his hand,
her grip was firm,
he had to run.
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