I walk alone

Down this path

Where this worlds harshness

And my choices have brought me

Every boundary

Every push

Every healing

Leading to this moment.

This breath of fresh air.

This pride of solidarity.

This walk of life

Where some days

My steps are easy and light

And others there’s no steps at all

Those hard dark days

Are the other side

Of a double edged sword

I cut out all of the invasive species

I tended and nurtured

All of the poppies and peonies

The ones that are pleasant and kind

But they are far and few

And some don’t survive.

The good days. Are good. And I feel at peace.

But the hard days this path is dark.

And I feel lonely.

But I’ll keep working.

I’ll keep weeding

And tending my mindful garden

Until the loneliness is gone

And I just feel that happy, light, and peaceful

Way and right

Of being alone.