in Poems

The road ahead

Stop your crying, child; there is hope for you yet.

You cannot see the road ahead;
it is not yours to see.
It belongs to the ones who have yet to come,
the ones whose paths you now tread.

How many others have gone before you,
how dark the road must have seemed to them.
And yet, as always, the moment came
where the clouds parted,
and the light shone in.

You cannot see the road ahead;
stop your crying, child,
there is hope for you yet.

01/06/22

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