The Bog

Sometimes we don’t know

what carries us through,

what we’ve gotten ourselves


All avenues of escape

seem closed–one after

the other we try–

miserably failing to

achieve the result

we want.

There’s nothing to do

but keep going–

bogged down

in a bog, we eventually

come to the end of it,

still standing

until we finally

reach a more solid

resting point

not sinking



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