I am embracing

My struggles.

They show I’m

Not only going

Somewhere,

But getting there.

Slowly,

Painfully,

Steadily,

Triumphantly,

There.

So even though

Zero hassles exist

On an empty path -

No rogue foot

Tripping me up,

Or suspect elbow

Nudging me

Into obscurity -

I find that

Azure skies,

Tranquil waters,

And gently

Refreshing breezes,

Divert my focus

All the while

Lulling me into

A false sense

Of security.

Better

To be steered

Kicking and screaming

Into a storm;

Cushioned hull

Bashed against

Jagged rocks;

Close to drowning

In the relentless flood...

Because

At the end

Of every

Eventful journey -

Beyond the

Surging crowd,

Perilous pitfalls,

Agonising heartache -

There is

A ‘something’

Worth achieving,

That ‘somebody’

Worth fighting for.

It is here

When He sees

That I have

Survived the hunt

With scars to prove it

Yet realise

They are not mine

But His;

When

There is

Nothing left for me

To overcome

Alone

And my testimony

Is all that matters;

God meets me.

I learned

The hard way

To choose people.

For good or ill

For or against me

Over a tranquil,

Unmessy,

Trial-free life,

That beckons enticingly.

You see,

There is no plan

Without them.

Never, ever forget

It is about

Those people

Along your path.

They are

Invaluably

Essentially

Unequivocally

As much a part

Of your story

As you are theirs.

Therefore

It will always be

As much about them

As it is about you.

YA – 07 June 2021

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