Tuesday, 13 January 2026

The land without fear

The Journey

The journey was long, and I was tired.
No strength in my arms to reach out.

It was so dark for so long
I never thought it would grow light.

But as I fell
and thought I couldn’t rise,
someone held out their hand
and said, I’ll get you there.

And as dawn broke
I rested, exhausted.

I made it.

And now
the real journey starts.




For those who lent a hand.

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