That Long And Winding Road.

Treking, trudging ever onward
The mind numbing trek of endless days, weeks, even years
Of soulless meanderings among the mundane memories of former selves
Of past guilt and moments of self abasing shame.
Many storms have come and gone melting into misty memory
Strangers, fellow travelers, met and for a brief spell,
Intertwined like vines, ever reaching, onward, upward, striving.
Some leaving a sweet residue of honey drizzled dreams,
Others a heart deep stiletto strike of pain,
Now but a pin prick in the scheme of things.
A warm, spreading afterglow of passions spent,
Hard won moments of glory, minutes of fame
Fading now in light of more important dreams.
Even though the road has wound in tight knit coils
Of toils and trials and tribulations,
Risen upward into seemingly unscalable heights
Where good intentions ricocheted among the echoing peaks,
And then plummeted into the bleakness of the bottomless
Abyss, striking ice cold splinters into the bravest of my inspirations
The shadows still lengthen, twilight falls, night spreads her ebony cloak
And as always a new day dawns fresh and clean,
Sparkling with the dew of undreamed dreams and undiminished hope,
Of possibilities unclaimed of places unvisited and of friends as yet unloved.