It’s hard sometimes to be thankful.
It’s hard sometimes to try.
It’s hard sometimes to stand and look your problems in the eye.
It’s hard to be patient.
It’s hard to be sweet.
It’s hard to see the future when you’re living in last week.
It’s harder to be good, I think,
Than hike the sunken path.
It’s harder to love everyone
Than wallow in your wrath.
It’s hard and it’s exhausting,
Trudging in between
A path so dim and lowly,
And another so pristine.
It’s harder even still,
With boots covered in mud,
To step upon the path of light
And walk for long enough
That you no longer hear the dreadful squish
Every step you take
The sound of all your failures
Of all of your mistakes
And to, one stride at a time,
Unsure of what will be,
Leave it all behind,
Keep going, wait and see,
Not comfortable at all
But you know you must keep trekking,
Eventually you’ll see the worth
Was more than what you were expecting.
