End to Begin


After running circles, and dodging rocks,
blistered hands, and torn up socks,
I had finally reached the end.
Standing in the middle of the old dirt road,
my mind was at peace,
for I thought I returned home,
I could hear the soft breeze.
As I gazed up at the horizon,
covered by crisp trees,
I couldn’t help but reminisce,
about the journey that saved me.
A hundred miles deep,
yet zero miles in my mind,
it was a cleanse much needed,
it’s good to be kind.
Although the adventure has ended,
and now I’m at ease,
endings are new beginnings,
there’s nothing left except me.

 
M

Mackenzie 101

VT

YWP Alumni

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