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There is a path that runs,

for miles and miles.

It leads to you.

I’d walk every inch of this path,

just to see you once.

In the beginning,

this path was cut clear.

Not the vine of the most vindictive plant,

a plant of pain and sorrow,

with thorns as long and sharp as devil’s horns,

could engulf the path I’d walk upon.

Now as I see,

so long down this road.

I cannot make of what has happened,

nor will I try.

Vines shroud the sunshine that once shone.

Thorns grasp my skin,

as if they were clinging to me,

and I’m starting to think,

I’ll never make it through the pathway,

to you.



~*~ Jill ~*~