Right now, sitting in this chair

the distance covered remains unseen.

Many treacherous miles between your first step

and where you have now arrived.

Climb the roof. Stand tall upon it.

Without hesitation see the trodden path

streams crossed, soggy socks, sunburnt ears

blistered, lost toenails, a little bruised.

Criss-cross scratches, hillside slides.

There is no shame for the road traveled.

You have traversed

this view is for you alone.

© Alicia Grimshaw

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