when your path is lined with
thorns, sharp, vicious blades
that tear at skin and soul with
uncaring brutality, adversities
that hinder all forward progress,
just take the time to remember:
the harvest you reap will yet
be fruitful, and the products of
your endeavours, intoxicating
Sloe down: see the fruits, not the thorns.
This post is for day 78 of 365 Days Wild.