This is the Way

This is the Way






Ground that wants to eat you
Starting with the legs
Peat lined labyrinths laugh at your compass
Jest about your GPS
Whilst hinting that it's life or death
That you hold it all together
Whilst the world around is hazy
You've one foot in the gravy
And the other on drier land
So flapjack in hand
You make a choice of where to stand, to walk
Maybe even to run
Thousands of times
Until it's done
Hopefully finished
Very possibly not
As this is the Way
The Way you hope you're done with
Before it is done with you

___

I wrote this after standing in Sleightholme Moor wondering what the fuck I was doing there in the middle of the night alone, with annoying nose bleed (no idea why, but I've been getting them from time to time since I was a kid) and a sense that being 98% sure I was heading the right way was not enough. It was raining and blowing hard and I was determined to keep my shit together. 

I wrote this thinking of that (and yes, I finished).


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