Learned

Good Morning Again,

Another poem born of lesson. We are all walking our paths, sometimes they seem harder than other's routes. Walk them we must though. However, to walk them is one thing, but to gain from the hardness of your chosen route. Well that is to know true life.  

Learned

The paths we tread, 

While blind or not. 

Are often ones, 

We’d wish begot. 

Some stoney hard, 

Felt underfoot. 

Others burden us, 

With darkened hood. 

Some sunnier tracks, 

Upon which we thrive. 

Are like life veins, 

keeping us alive. 

It is here we flourish, 

Love and grow. 

How we strengthen, 

To press onwards so.

Those dusty ones, 

Leave us unclean.

But protect us onwards, 

With hardened screen. 

Each route staggered, 

Our guide each day.

Back onto course,

To the truest way.

As we stumble, 

With what we earned.

This weight we carry, 

Are lessons learned.

By Helen Stallard
July18, 2014.