Sand Box Poem by ktarcus ...

Emergence from the valley of the shadow of death!
No mean feat in this God forsaken place.
Learning of many things inwardly forgotten.

How often shall a man be at one within himself is a small step along the journey;
indeed,
many shall falter at the rising of the first tussock of wild grass.

Others however shall mow it down with consumate ease,
blazing a trail in the hope that others will follow.

What drives them may never be known by all but,
without their stallwart actions none at all may ever know.

Hope burns brightest for those who are blinded by ignorance;
constantly fighting to reach deep within the soul until;
eventually,
a mere spark may once more ignite recognition of past actions.

Without the dry bitter days and cold lonely nights,
we would not be that which we are today,
look not on it as a challenge but,
as an opportunity to learn and grow...