Ruts and potholes lie ahead,
Every journey underscored with dread.
We soldier on with grace and poise,
At times capitulating to mental noise.
Fear's fretting and sweaty hands,
Invade thoughts and impose demands.
It's easy to feel overwhelmed,
Imagine boarding the boat Charon helms.
But across the River Styx lies uncertainty,
Only Death and no guarantees.
This life we lead is valuable,
Because each and every soul is fallible.
We must take our risks and carry on,
Shouldering ahead until the dawn.
There are days on days that feel like night,
Our only hope is to remain in light.
Times when the way ahead seems wrong,
When we merely hold on until the dawn.
Just hold on.
Just hold on.
9-8-19
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