Walks to Hold Dear


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Perhaps, I should count myself lucky to have a tenure riddled with…

‘the wisdom to know the difference.’
My battles were mine to own.
In each and every instance.
 I removed my tomorrow place.
And, the everyday…of its own importance.
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There were fewer paths to strife…
But still, the walks, holding its hands, are still nearby.
Dear prudence has taught…not all journeys are fair.
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The gift of pain is benign.
In these massive woods of recovery,
It is a simple route to getting lost.
 A struggle and stumble each day to embellish with forgetfulness.
So often times, an err to my judgment.
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No matter, I must still go my own way…

If only for today.

“Believe more deeply. Hold your face up to the Light, although for the moment you do not see.” Bill Wilson
“Believe more deeply. Hold your face up to the Light, although for the moment you do not see.” Bill Wilson
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