Editing…
like a frozen path
a painful cold and icy place
a frosty road leading to a dark nowhere
radiant lights guiding the trudging trek
and every time you think you’re about to reach an end, the end?
an epiphany strikes
or twist
or turn,
the path resets…
and the lumbering begins
Again.
Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, January 29, 2019.
Image: Frosted Path by P.M. Antonello
Very interesting, Paula.
😊
I like the metaphor
Thanks. It can feel that dark and cold sometimes but on an upswing now.