BrokenEchoes

  A mountain, tall and strong Rises up between where I am now And where I need to be That is OK. I have climbed mountains before I’ll climb this one too I won’t be stopped I will get there from here I’ve come too far,  Crossed too many rivers, Survived too many battles, Endured too many miles To fail here I yearn to reach my destination For this long terrible journey to be complete I hope I don’t have to wait much longer.  

  I have traveled far And the road has been treacherous Will you open your home to me I would like to rest Perhaps purchase a meal if I may I see you have a big black dog His teeth are long and his growl is loud He makes me afraid Will you put him away I humbly seek your hospitality Just a short break Then I will be on my way And you will never see me again If you wish, I will go now Other travelers will use different tactics Something might happen to your pet Something may happen to your home May I sit with you Will you let me buy some bread and cheese We can trade stories I can tell you of my travels I would hear news of the nearby village I can mark your home So when future wanderers come this way You and yours will see no harm Thank you I appreciate your generosity

Take a moment and look around See where we are Think back to where we started We have come so far We have done so much We have helped so many We have had wins and losses Good days and bad Days when I fell, and you helped me stand Days when we supported each other Navigating rocky terrain Days when we lost our way And drifted along together for a time I would not have made it this far If you were not with me I am thankful we are making this journey together

  “I have slowly become tangled Just a knot of unfulfilled expectations That I can’t figure out how to untie” She stared out the window as she spoke The bus was nearly empty But I could tell these words weren’t meant for me She continued… “I have let down everyone I know I’ve handed out disappointment like business cards Like fliers at an airport Like cake at an office party” She uttered these thoughts with palpable regret She had disappointed herself as well This was evident The bus slowed to a stop and she got off I don’t know if she was on the phone talking to someone Talking to herself Talking to the night I’ve never seen her again I still think of her sometimes When I disappoint someone,  Or someone disappoints me I hope, wherever she is,  That things have gotten better for her