I hope
You see
The mountain
In front of you
The battle
You are about
To face
The mountain
You are about
To climb
It takes
Faith
And a whole
Lot of hope.
I hope
You see the
Hand reaching
Out to help you
The arms wrapped around
You in a hug
A gift of compassion
A friendship
A hand to hold
When the road is
Rocky.
I hope
You
See that
A hand guides you
Teaching you
To weather the storms
When the sea
Gets rocky
And your boat
Gets knocked off
Course.
Copyright ©️ Michelle R Kidwell
November.16.2022
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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